Maryann I

Maryann I Mar 8

Unreal

I feel so unreal,
a shadow slipping through the cracks.
Reality is humbling—
it bends, it breaks, it shifts like glass.

What is reality
but echoes in an empty hall?
Are you sure you’re even real—
or just a dream that learned to crawl?

#unreal #reality #dream #shadow #question

Mar 7

GClever

Ode to Thoughts

We feel the same way
I know why you choose to be alone
There are so many things in this world
That I too cannot comprehend
But, we already know so much
You and I
We're two brains
Thinking of the same puzzles
However, we were never supposed to meet

Perhaps, when you and I
Have surrendered the
sea
of
thoughts
The waves that continue to keep
                                   pushing
                                us
                        back
                 to
           the
shore
Back to where there's comfort
Or not

We feel the same way
If only we could not read so much into things
Not so much with the thoughts
The concepts
Theories
Ideas
If we try not so hard to understand
Every detail––
every/group/of/words/put/together
We would not end up
Finding ourselves unable to understand the WHOLE
The big reasons
As to WHY we question
Or we DO not question
And the most miserable of them all
Why are WE here?

We feel the same way
I know why you choose to be
Alone
The waves
         would
               continue
                     crashing
                           before
T h e     v a s t n e s s    o f     t h e     s e a
The gloom
In the moonless night
                                 be
                           sure
                       to
                come
            back
         to
The shore.

let your mind wander, then slowly, let it return where it is safe, where it won't drown

#waves #thoughts #shore #mental #health #sea

Maryann I Mar 7

Metamorphosis

They call it a gift,
this body of mine,
but every month it gnaws at itself,
chews the lining of my womb,
spits out blood like a sacrifice
to a world that does not care.

I step outside,
eyes crawl up my skin like ants,
like maggots,
like fingers that never asked for permission.
A whistle slits the air—
a razor against my spine—
I swallow the bile, keep walking.

Mother said, don’t wear that
Father said, boys will be boys
I say nothing—
only dig my nails into my palms,
so deep the crescent moons bloom red.

I dream of shedding this skin,
peeling it back like an overripe fruit,
scraping out the parts that feel *****,
that feel weak,
that feel like they do not belong to me.
I want to be new,
to be sharp,
to be something they cannot touch.

But even in dreams,
they chase me.
Even in dreams,
I run.

#pain #body #fear #skin #blood #madness #control #crawl #unseen

Maryann I Mar 7

Hidden in Verse

They’ll never notice—
not in a place like this,
where sorrow is stitched into sonnets
and pain rhymes with grace.

They’ll never ask—
not when metaphors mask the weight,
when a sigh in a stanza
is just art, not ache.

They’ll never suspect—
not when every line is dressed in beauty,
when ink drowns the whispers
too quiet to hear.

They’ll never know—
not unless they read between
the spaces where silence lingers,
where the words don’t quite say
what they mean.

.

Maryann I Mar 7

A Little Longer

I tell myself—just a little longer,
though the weight is heavy, the air too thick.
The sun rises, but I do not reach for it,
only watch as light fades before it touches me.

The days blur like water down a window,
quiet, slipping, never quite clear.
Each breath feels borrowed,
each step, a whisper of effort.

But somewhere, a bird still sings for me,
soft notes curling in the wind.
Somewhere, a hand might reach back if I reach first,
a voice might call my name and mean it.

So I stay—just a little longer,
for the chance that tomorrow might feel lighter,
that the night might hold me gently
instead of pressing me into the dark.

I don’t know if it will,
but for now, I tell myself—
just a little longer.

#trying