I don't know what to say
Or even how to say it
Or maybe if I do know
Maybe I'm trying to avoid it.
So I block
Any words that I have.
I'm letting fear control me
But at that moment
I'm safe; secure.
I feel myself drowning
In unsaid words.
Something only I can do to myself
Something I somewhat regret
But always go back to.
A comfort,
No matter how deadly.
A refuge
Even from the wrong thing.
I'm scared to write,
Yet that's what I find myself doing
So contradicting.
But that's me.
Back and forth,
With no rest.
All repeat.
All repeats and tyranny.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pen To The Soul
PoesíaSometimes, writing isn't an option; it's a necessity. This is my story. Everything I write, is a part of me. But it's up to you, to find your story; connect to yourself through my writing. (Most of these are sent to my big sister)
