it's like having a knife to your throat
or scissors ready to cut the rope on your neck
it's gonna hurt, it's gonna slowly kill,
it makes you feel remorse and regret.
but it's also like feeling peace
it's also like you can breathe again
you look towards the pain and realize
you can release all the words drilled in your brain.
so look down at your paper and hold the pen
prepare the tears and let them rain
because those drops reveal more
and your fear will not be felt in vain.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers
PoetryI scream but all you hear is whispers -- ι wrιтe тнe world ғroм мy eyeѕ. alwayѕ wrιттen, never ѕpoĸen. --- Winner of 'The Lavender Award' Best Cover! 1st Place in "The Bubble Tea Awards" in Poetry 1st Place in 'The Golden Awards' in Poetry 2nd Place...
