The need of Light
Good poems tend to be personal.
Great poems are often passionate.
Can a good poem be to close or
a great poem to emotional?
If I told you that my friend was assaulted
by her first boyfriend, is that too much?
How about if I said my biggest fear is
failure,
or if I told you depression comes late nights looking
for a doomed lover on an internet date with my
disgusting desires.
Does detail make the words deafening?
From the fact that my first high school sweetheart
got beaten by her mom until
the authorities made her
leave her only known home
and graduate early in hopes of finding a
way to create hope out of the chaos.
If it wasn’t an “A” on every paper,
it was time to absorb a night of verbal abuse.
When “B” stood for
Bitch, her mother’s the useless waste of a daughter.
I was her boyfriend through this. Too much?
What about you?
What details do you choose to forget
because they make you into what you don’t want to be?
Did something so right go so terribly wrong
that you promised never to love.
To never care.
To always be strong.
Because that strength won’t last.
What length will you go to hide your trashed past?
Forget Friends.
Push Past Parents.
Leave Lovers, burn bibles, flame flags
because no one can no why your eye sags or why your speech lags.
No one can know your father called his kids fags in his drunken rage.
Once depression was your friend,
but now it is your captor who won’t let your friendship end.
Yet people still commend your writing.
They hear only the biting words and not what they’re hiding.
The bigger the sorrow, the better the poem, for it has more to hide.
I tell you the shocking facts so you won’t
see the simple truth that
I too hurt.
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