AN EXCELLENT MISTAKE
Going Back Into My Shell
As I contemplate
everything I said
I feel bad
I hate myself.
You see
I'm not used to talking
That's why I write
It's my way of expression.
I don't feel bad
When I write
But the feeling is different
When I talk.
Arrg! I hate it
I hate myself
Oh my hedge
Why did you break?
My tongue found freedom
And ran away again
Please remind me
That I'm good with hands not voice.
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Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)
I love reading and researching to gain inspiration and ideas. I appreciate those who write and I hope I can inspire you with my writings too.
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Messiah
You have to knock louder, my dear. I can't hear beyond the thunder of the door. I won't believe you actually mean it. Because you have to want it more. You became home to me and I fear when it's going to end. I conspire against myself in hopes the truth will bend. You're the therapy I actually benefit from, the doubt that gets removed. I run to the sound of your echoes while I climb out of this tomb. I was searching for you but were you looking for me? Did you pin all your hope on a future while you waited for me? I don't want to escape, I want to run away with you. With your hand in mine, we can witness everything brand new. I've learned to live with distorted self-esteem. Where I couldn't possibly be worth anything. To measure up with what I expect you'd want and need. To be everything wrapped up in a peaceful dream. To be enough, to be the one to make you happy. Where I prove myself and land at your feet. Why can't I just be myself and hope for the best? Because I'm afraid I will always be -less. There's a part of me that lives in constant fear. That I speak in a language you couldn't possibly hear. I cannot control how you view me, my love. All I can do is continue to love you and hope its enough. My attempts at happiness are few in between. My efforts at evolution are always unseen. I crave the safety of consistent and stable arms. I yearn for the freedom that lies in your peaceful and loving heart
By Anna Torres5 days ago in Poets
Comments (2)
You may be surprised how many of us feel the same way about talking to people face to face. You have lots of company. Great poem. Love yourself.
I feel the same way too sometimes! So grateful we're able to write. Loved your poem!