Poetry is more than ink on paper
It’s more than complex words and simple meanings
It’s the wool that wraps around me in the cold
It’s the tears that warm up my eyes in the dark
It’s the smile I hold back when I laugh
It’s the love that doesn’t feel draining
It’s the socks that keep my feet warm at night
It’s the bitterness in the coffee that I punish myself with
It’s the eyes that look back at me in the mirror
It’s the voices that seem deafening in my head
It’s the choices that I have to make
It’s the feelings I don’t want to feel
It’s the song that keeps playing over and over in my head
It’s the monsters that I feel under my bed
It’s the thoughts I don’t want to think
It’s the anger that I suppress down with a laugh
It’s the sadness I wash away with wine
It’s the eye bags that never leave my face
It’s the stripes that mark my body
It’s the scars imprinted in my being
It’s the folds that form when I’m me
It’s the good and bad and all in between
It’s the escape that reality is afraid of
Surely, poetry is more than ink on paper
It’s more than complex words and simple meanings.
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I just wanted to write something and that’s it. Thanks for reading..
*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that you’re strong, beautiful, talented, and all the good things in the world.