Words don't come straight
when emotions reverberate,
my mind is a broken slate.
I push out syllables
seemingly infallible
but you catch my hand shaking
when it hovers over the paper.
Facades get caught and yet
refuse to disintegrate
repeating 'I'm fine'
like a coping mechanism.
Sometimes the pen feels heavier
than my heart and I still try
to not collapse under all that weight.
These words I dragged out
through the clutches of my heart,
and I have scraped knees by falling apart.
Fixing myself feels easier when I see
the scrawls on this sheet
in sync with my heart beat.
YOU ARE READING
Words that escaped
PoetrySometimes I think of a word and sentences follow. Poetry is emotions that escape through these words. Give these poems a read, pretty please! I write with all my soul.
