The restrictions upon my self
worth, never the right, write,
wording, metaphor
of what I wish to show you, u, me.
That even though I don't cry or
scream, I'm swaying
every sentence I write, right to
the point that there was never
a chair to hold words.
Instead, I bleed my word, pain
with every stanza that collected
beneath holding me up.
Until I wrote so much that there
wasn't just air beneath me but solid
meaning wanting to
hold me higher than that which
may make me fall...
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 4:36 PM UTC
The restrictions upon my self
worth, never the right, write,
wording, metaphor
of what I wish to show you, u, me.
That even though I don't cry or
scream, I'm swaying
every sentence I write, right to
the point that there was never
a chair to hold words.
Instead, I bleed my word, pain
with every stanza that collected
beneath holding me up.
Until I wrote so much that there
wasn't just air beneath me but solid
meaning wanting to
hold me higher than that which
may make me fall...
