My Cloak

My Cloak

A Poem by ellemorell

So many words but no voice.

The thoughts fill me, around and around they go.

This is the hardest conversation I've ever had
yet I have not had it.

And now it's a thing.

I begin to realise that this is what I do and I've done it until there are no words.

Only thoughts.
And around and around they go, piling up so there isn't any room left.

So, what am I afraid of? It all comes down to fear.

I am afraid of what I feel. Afraid of what might be felt because of what I feel. Of being misunderstood, that I can't explain myself properly. That I will say the words and then they will be untrue, because sometimes it is hard to know what is real, when there are so many thouhts.
That I will have to explain this too.
I'm afraid of the anger or sadness or judgement that my words might bring upon me.

At hiding things I am a master.
I have a cloak.
I wrap it around me, clutching it close, that I have, to keep me safe.

But my cloak is constricting, it's grip slowly tightens, pressing upon me, paralysing me. It does not protect me any longer.

It is suffocating me.

I have to speak.

© 2018 ellemorell

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That is deep, and so true. Sad, but the truth for so many of us, and certainly for me. Really great poem, the flow and feel as great. Very well done!

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Added on October 13, 2017
Last Updated on May 30, 2018



Melbourne, Australia