Like splitting waves
Like tearing skin
I open up
I tell them
And they tell me
From the outside,
It’s like a game
You see pieces you can put together
‘Do this’ ‘do that’
Advice
But on the inside
It’s more like
That hurricane
It isn’t like I can get out
By some words I read
Or some powerful speech
Words are moving
But they’re only a fraction of time
I can ask and look
But nothing helps
It doesn’t change anything
It’s just more words
And noise
That yell
‘Why haven’t you figured it out yet?!’
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 12:09 PM UTC
Like splitting waves
Like tearing skin
I open up
I tell them
And they tell me
From the outside,
It’s like a game
You see pieces you can put together
‘Do this’ ‘do that’
Advice
But on the inside
It’s more like
That hurricane
It isn’t like I can get out
By some words I read
Or some powerful speech
Words are moving
But they’re only a fraction of time
I can ask and look
But nothing helps
It doesn’t change anything
It’s just more words
And noise
That yell
‘Why haven’t you figured it out yet?!’
This is the 3rd poem in my ‘Forgiveness’ series.