i wish i could peel up the floorboards
and lie beneath them
there i could hide in still silence,
but it still wouldn’t be completely
silent because i cannot leave my
mind behind
i couldn’t tell you what i’m thinking'
even if i wanted to
i thought that i had words for
everything, that i could always find
refuge in my ability to arrange
letters into feeling
i can’t
this emotion is a lightning bolt
and i am a bare tree alone
in a barren field
'what’s the difference between
thinking and feeling? how do you
know if it’s coming from the
head or the heart?
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
i wish i could peel up the floorboards
and lie beneath them
there i could hide in still silence,
but it still wouldn’t be completely
silent because i cannot leave my
mind behind
i couldn’t tell you what i’m thinking'
even if i wanted to
i thought that i had words for
everything, that i could always find
refuge in my ability to arrange
letters into feeling
i can’t
this emotion is a lightning bolt
and i am a bare tree alone
in a barren field
'what’s the difference between
thinking and feeling? how do you
know if it’s coming from the
head or the heart?
written on 10/16/13
Request permission to use this poem