I Still Have Not Said All That I Need to Say

   I am thirty six years old
    a number which
    defines my skin
    and enumerates
    my grey hairs

    my years have
    hidden somethings
    which do not surface enough
    for me to realize them

    I dig and find bit by bit
    in wisdoms garden
    just beyond denial

    where am I, who is underneath
    these layers of
    pretentious skin
    which have
    pleased the masses
    leaving me in the
    sting of disappointment
    severing lines of truth

    slowly I have wasted
    wants and desires
    secretly I have
    burned with
    a quiet flame

    my voice suppressed
    in a tone of
    constricted vessels of fears
    high as a sound of tension
    like a little girl in distress,
    lost in a dark forest

    syllables and phrases
    pronounced
    from a wrestled tongue
    the rupturing deepness from
    under my throat unfurls
    and the real voice of my
    thirty six years ripened

    breaks out in a slow
    rhythmic breath of poetry
    and still I have not said all that I need to say.......

Reviews

[cest la vie]

"and still I have not said all that I need to say......."

that line right there is so important.. we must never stop saying what our hearts/minds need/want to say..
such a well written piece here.

[Marie Anzalone]

You are never a number, and you are never just a sum of what you have forgotten to do or not had time to do. Too many women go through entire lifetimes never realizing they have something to say. After 36 years, seems like oyu have a lot, indeed. This is a delightful piece, that speaks of the need to not just bear witness to your own life. I loved it.

[strange_gurl]

this poem is very deep,words are very strong ,this poem is just amazing

[Raven Wilson]

The expressiveness in this poem is so strong, I wish i could express things so clearly!