Reluctant Poet

I never wanted this
To be a poet
To write my darkest emotions
So others could know it

I would have liked to have been
Just like everyone else
But it had to be me
That went through this hell

For my mind to crumple
As waves of emotions batter it
For my train of thought
To be stuck in a pit

I couldn’t resolve
My deepest pain inside
But apparently I can
When on to paper I write

But even with the words
Staring at me from the page
I needed outside help
To go on to the next stage

So my bones lay bare
Scattered on the paper
I feel so chastened
But this helps me get better



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