molllie
I have only recently discovered that I am into writing and reading poetry. The first and only time I'd ever written a single line of poetry was when my father passed in 2008. At that time I felt this urge to write because of the overflow of feelings and emotions, I wrote a poem called "Always There" which I read at his memorial service. Since then I've never written one word, until recently when I returned to school and took an Intro to Lit class. I have become completely enamored with the written word. And discovered that I am at best semi-talented ... lol... I hope to gain inspiration and additional insight and knowledge from this site.
A pain all mine, that I own, self-inflicted, thoughts distorted, unclear, muffled and conflicted.
No one but me can answer these questions,
who? … When? …
Aren’t I free?
Night silent with deafening loud,
the soft sounds overwhelm me, though an uninterested crowd.
No one can face this silence but me, why? … How? … When will I see?
Fighting my tears, sorrow fights with me
sad, still, undoubtedly free.
Help! Help? Is there help for me?
Give, take, wish for something so deep.
Heart filled with sadness, but thoughts filled with glee.
Deep down there is something else I see.
My soul is ablaze so far within me,
a fire in the woods, burning the forest for the trees.
It’s becoming clear now ... I CAN find me.
Covered under layers, blind, stupid, and weak.
Peel back the fear the confusion, the stink.
The meadow is opened, its strength now I seek.
As I Graze on the knowledge and experience - I have an epiphany,
I am never more beautiful than when I slow down and think.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC