Someone to Listen

Wed, 08/10/2016 - 23:44 -- joiexo

Location

United States
39° 55' 6.3372" N, 75° 8' 11.958" W

There is fear behind every brick I rip from my walls and give to someone else

An uneven voice amplified by shaky hands

I've never been able to stitch together my feelings

But stanzas and metaphors were the thread I was missing

I word rather spew the contents of my mind to a word doc rather than a person

When I did speak about it, I preferred poetry

Poetry is a way to make something ugly, beautiful

A way to make sadness, art 

An outlet

I would not be the person I am without writing

I would not have the rivers of confidence where there was once only puddles

Thank you poetry, for my pride back

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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