March 15, 2020
A/N: This was written after I read The Poet X (if you're interested in poetry and haven't read it, you should check it out! It's really good).
Snot drips down my nose and
dried tears streak my neck
and nail marks stain my hands from clenching
my fists tight
and then through all this,
I'm smiling.
Laughing.
Shaking.
Can't believe that just happened.
A book of poems,
of someone like ME,
who finds solace in writing,
discovers a happy ending.
And her journey is so
damn
hard,
and it taught me about life too.
And it made me grateful in ways I can't describe,
just like I can't describe the tears blurring my vision even as I write this.
And even though crying should feel so wrong,
I can't help but feel so right.
There's nothing like seeing someone's else's emotions so beautifully laid out.
Nothing like seeing them say, "Look at me. Don't look away. I fight with my words."
And I want to be that person. I want to
fling myself out into the world
and succumb to this beauty
and feel numb like the wind is blowing all of me away
and hold my arms out and feel the weight of
me.
Just me.
And feel the power of my words.
My words.
No one else's.
YOU ARE READING
the moonlit side of reality (a poetry collection)
PoetrySometimes, when stories aren't enough, I turn to poems. Sometimes, when I set a pen to paper, magic flows out. Sometimes, when I write poetry, something beautiful happens.
