An Aperture for Emotion

When her mouth is sewn

Her hand speaks

When pain leaks from her eyes

The screams float on sheets

 

 

Where common language derails

Anapestic expression prevails

 

 

Nights full of histrionic thoughts

Never ceasing,

Finding peace by creating

A home for them in writing

 

 

The monsters in her head

They escaped from under her bed

 

 

Now the creatures reside

They reside someplace else

Now that poetry has given her

Brought a new way to express herself

 

 

No more eternal tears

No more irrational fears

 

 

With a pen for her thoughts

She no longer feels completely lost

This poem is about: 
Me

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