A Poem by MLeigh

The second poem I've ever written. Somewhat confessional.

Like an infant peering up in awe
at a mighty oak before him
I want to be known and to be remembered.

How do I find my voice? The hope
which is the air that fills my lungs
day in and day out -- is it false?
Is it a gas slowly choking me and
killing me from the inside?

Who I am -- my soul, feeling as though
it's been contained in a small space
for years on end, grows restless. 
What will happen when it's let loose?
Will it thrive and renew the life around it?
Or will it dissipate into common oxygen,
forgotten sooner than its entrance
into the world is even made known?
Is who I am even worth a damn? 

© 2013 MLeigh

Author's Note

My first experience writing in free verse. I'm still new to writing poetry, so please, any tips will be welcomed.

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Added on May 28, 2013
Last Updated on May 28, 2013
Tags: poem, free verse, uncertainty, confessional, youth, naive, naivety, fear, doubt




I'm currently a junior in college majoring in English with a concentration in writing. I'm going to soon be minoring psychology, as well as history. more..