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i love the feeling of stumbling across something i didn't know i was looking for like listening to spotify and hearing that one song or finding out the word "alexithymia" exists "alexithymia" the inability to experience, express, or describe an emotional response if you want the psychiatrist's definition to me it is simply the inability to put my feelings into words and even if i did, the crippling fear that they wouldn't be heard or if they were, but by the wrong person and then what might they think? seeing my words here in indelible ink presuming that perhaps now somehow they know me? no you don't know me any more than jon snow knows what's going on in westeros you could no sooner describe me than a dog could describe a rainbow i am foreign to you - alien, weird and as i sit here i am paralyzed by fear because what if i've lost the words? the one constant in my life my unerring ability to write about the world around me and process it on paper but now i sit and stare at a blank page while trying to cling to thoughts that are like fleeting vapors what if what if what if... what if i lost the words?
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
alexithymia and stolen
i love the feeling of stumbling across something i didn't know i was looking for like listening to spotify and hearing that one song or finding out the word "alexithymia" exists "alexithymia" the inability to experience, express, or describe an emotional response if you want the psychiatrist's definition to me it is simply the inability to put my feelings into words and even if i did, the crippling fear that they wouldn't be heard or if they were, but by the wrong person and then what might they think? seeing my words here in indelible ink presuming that perhaps now somehow they know me? no you don't know me any more than jon snow knows what's going on in westeros you could no sooner describe me than a dog could describe a rainbow i am foreign to you - alien, weird and as i sit here i am paralyzed by fear because what if i've lost the words? the one constant in my life my unerring ability to write about the world around me and process it on paper but now i sit and stare at a blank page while trying to cling to thoughts that are like fleeting vapors what if what if what if... what if i lost the words?
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29/Non-binary
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
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