An Ode to Poetry

 

Internally, I felt eternally  

Entangled in rusted chains 

Each loop an emblem of my distress 

  

Alone in my thoughts, left to brood and ponder  

I felt a drop of sweetness hit the tip my tongue 

And infinitely, you and I became fused in a single entity 

  

I am but a poetess  

Freed and endowed with a voice  

As I write and walk with poise 

  

As colorful hues, full of vibrancy  

Seep from my brain 

My thoughts plunge from the confined space  

Of the pale blue lines, and into the air  

                                                        

I am ushered to another world, where all things  

Are seemingly sweet and obtainable   

All while I reminisce of the very essence of a potential lover 

  

I dream of indulging, impassionedly in my desires  

To be his woman; monogamously  

Yet downhearted upon the very thought 

That the starlight in his sight 

Does not shine for me nor reflect onto my very own eyes 

  

Nevertheless, I am amazed 

By the beauty of his presence 

The melody of his voice  

That makes me tremble; his laughter 

I admit, I confess to you! 

For you and I have no secrets,  

Boundaries nor restrictions 

  

And though the claws of the devil 

May pierce through my chest  

To shrivel my heart 

And watch it collapse into dust 

You redeem yourself to me  

And once more, I depart into another realm  

  

I reminisce of my most impactful time of despair; 

The sound of the bullet, 

As it flung from the mouth of the gun  

Echoes through me  

  

Still, I picture the blood 

Of the woman that birthed me 

Into this universe of both misery and ecstasy  

As it seeps into the pavement 

So vivid and explicit; involuntarily  

  

I hear the loud wails  

The mournful shriek of my voice 

Shredding through the open silence  

Of the scorching hot air 

  

I feel loneliness and fear 

Endless sweats manifested by nightmares 

My voice, nothing but mute and exhausted 

My throat hoarse, and coarse 

My soul weak, and my body reeking of  

The Unpleasant scents of pain and grief  

  

Though I asked myself if tomorrow would ever come 

If I would get the chance to be happy again 

You helped me cope with the  

Greatest loss known to a daughter  

  

You, I confide in  

With my darkest secrets, fears, and desires 

For you and I are nonetheless, fused in a single entity 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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