Why I write poetry

by cmarti129

June 22, 2013

Poetry

A jumble of words

All put together

To create

Something meaningful

A literal

Alliteration

Dictation

Manifestation

Of contemplation

So that we can share

This moment

I write

Because

This is

My story

The perplexing

Conflicts of my heart and soul

The beauty

Of simplicity and peace

The chaos of brokenness

And the amazing experience of

Healing

I write because this ink

Comes from places

Beyond my world

My small understanding

And somehow

Creates analogies

Eulogies

Memories

Of stories

For voices

That have not been heard

Or may be deferred

Because of the barriers of

Oppression

We infringe upon

Our self

And we enforce

Upon each other

I write for the voice of my brother

Hungry alone scared afraid

Underpaid

Looking for work

Migrating for something better

My sister

The girl who thought no one would miss her

Hating her body

Starving herself day after day

Trying to achieve

This concept of perfection

Because she can't see

How beautiful she is

And how this

Is the truth

Justice

Recognizing the humanity of every person

Seeing the disconnection we have created with Mother Earth

And now

Working towards

Reconciliation

Love

Because this ink

Allows the world to hear

How Mother Earth is crying

Dying

Trying

So hard to give us everything

As we take and take

Continue to break

Our relationships

Finding reasons

For hatred

Moving so far away

In polarity

That we cannot even recognize

Humanity

Right in front of our face

Looking in the mirror

Seeing

Who?

We have become so lost

That it is hard to recognize our

Own reflection

So we continue the deflection

Of what is looking right at us

Trying to escape

From the reality of life

That just seems to utterly painful

To continue

We try so hard to find

Answers to our questions

At the bottom of bottles

In altering our consciousness

Trying to get lifted to a level of enlightenment

When the real

Answers

Are found

In words

But as I sit and write these words

I know

That I am not alone

There is someone out there

Struggling

To learn their identity

And how to find self acceptance

Because the distance of love and truth

Mind and heart

Seem so severed

How can there be

Unity

Any more?

But I write

Letting the ink flow upon the page

Creating

Cadences

And smilies

Imagery

And subtle jokes of that one time

Because

This is life

And we need to write it down

We need to listen

And remember

To hope

Because everyone has a story

Everyone has a voice

We just need to listen

6.21.13

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