I'm searching for a part of me,
Locked away, I've lost the key,
A piece of myself,
I've always felt
With all my feelings, starts to melt
I think I found the hidden box
That holds myself, protected by locks
I try to open those walls of wood,
I'd bust it open if I could,
And as my anger grew and grew,
'I can't retrieve the me I knew'
The box began to crack and bust
It will soon open, I knew it must!
And as those walls came crashing down,
The part of me came pouring out,
My soul began to flood the room,
My feelings exposed, all space consumed
I could finally feel how feeling felt,
My knees went to jelly, my heart starts to melt,
And my mind a fantasy realm of wonder,
Of which my brain began to ponder,
'How did this part of me leave for so long?
I guess it was me who was in the wrong,
For my feelings I had locked away,
Till they finally broke free on this very day'
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetry:') I make poems. I write to let my feelings out and it makes me feel a little bit better. (If you know me in person well.... Please don't read this /-\ )
