I never knew how silent the world would be
if I complied with its whims,
If I let the pressure swallow me whole
and be locked in an unopened cage
so unhappily
The footsteps that once were so frequent
don't bother with the frail bird that lives in this cage
knowing that now that they've broken her
she would stay there still
with her quietened rage
The words the shouts
that powered my mind
have slipped away into the night
for their merrymaking
until the first light
I never knew that I have no courage
no bravery no boldness
All I have is an empty flattened papery body
that gave in to the pressure
I try so hard to put myself back on my feet
so why
SO WHY AREN'T THE WORDS COMING BACK TO ME
I SHOUT FOR THEM
I SCREAM FOR THEM
I keep writing unfinished sentences
knowing that I will never be able to finish if I don't fight again
The key for my words is inches away from my tired body
my hand tried to grasp it once
it whispered to me,
"once I leave, I'll never be found again"
My heart throbs with my mind
How can I stop the words from leaking out
towards places which I cannot find
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Express Myself- a collection of short poems
PoetryEntrance into the forest between childhood and being an adult