So here I sit with my thoughts again
sometimes they’re my only friend.
I can’t stop writing today
so much my mind has to say.
My moods are changing so frequently
words just keep reciting consequently.
I love to write, but sometimes it gets to be too much
thoughts playing in my mind wanting to be touched.
It’s like phases are chasing me,
and they won’t stop till I start writing.
It’s almost as if someone’s whispering what to say
only some days are worse like today.
The house is quiet and piano music is on
relaxing and playing my favorite songs.
Looking into my soul
wondering if I’ll ever feel whole?
I’m learning its okay to be different, and it’s not a sin
acceptance so important I learn to blend.
I’ve become more open through poetry
I put my words on display for people to read.
I wish I could publish a book in the future
it’s the only thing I love and nurture.
I can work hard at lots of things,
but there’s no passion so I keep searching.
Poetry releases all the demons inside
leaving nothing for you to hide.
Your deepest emotions flowing freely
whatever you feel without someone belittling.
A piece of paper can’t judge
on the other hand my words are a smudge.
So many poets out there
I wouldn’t make it…No one would care.
My only passion in life doesn’t mean a thing
invisible I go on concealing.
If you seen me you’d never know
how messed up inside I am it doesn’t show.
I’m like a chameleon changing its skin
doing whatever it takes to blend.
Pain locked away deep inside
slowly surfacing yet still it hides.
I continue to heal as I write
so these words that flow I will not fight.
If God is helping me to heal myself
then that’s all I’ll need when it comes to wealth.