Escape Artist

 

I’ve always known no one was listening

when I scribbled out words on scrape paper

in pencil with blunt points

words from the soul

words from the heart

words from an exhausted mind

telling myself it would get better

yet knowing this was not the case

for I had no voice

escape was the sheets of paper

soon filled with words

from the heart

from the soul

this a balm to an exhausted mind

Reviews

[Gee]

Many folk cannot express themselves verbally so the pen and paper is their means of unburdening, this being me up to a certain point

[MCS]

Pen and paper offers no interruptions
Thanks for dropping in

[barleygirl]

Your poem, packed with the angst of trying to express oneself, reminds me of back when trying to speak my mind would likely be accompanied by tears, which felt like defeat, so I had to write what I needed to say at such times, so my backed-up emotion would not overshadow my message. Then I grew old & stopped caring what anybody thinks & that's when I finally became able to do my best writing! Heartfelt relatable sentiments well-expressed (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[MCS]

Margie, I know you understand where I'm coming from. I always enjoy your visits.
Thank you,
Mary

[Kelly Scheppers]

You are by far one of the best poets here, Mary. Your work always moves me, always touches something deep down within me. That's what a good poet is supposed to do. That's "poetry with a pulse" !

I hope you're keeping warm this December and have a most wonderful holiday season. Best wishes, my friend!

[MCS]

Kelly, my dear friend you are always so very kind with your words and unending support.

read moreKelly, my dear friend you are always so very kind with your words and unending support.

Hugs,

M

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“For I had no voice”...dear Mary, I feel what your beautiful words and exquisite artwork express, more than I can ever say. Your delicate, graceful lines shape the isolation, the despair, the angst we fall prey to in our most vulnerable moments. We try obsessively, exhaustingly to pick fragile, microscopic pearls of hope from the suffocating debris. And most importantly to our continued existence perhaps, we write. It saves us. I read your words and cherish them, my friend.

[MCS]

Annette, thank you so much for your visit, I know you understand the feelings behind those words.read moreAnnette, thank you so much for your visit, I know you understand the feelings behind those words.

Keep safe my friend,
M

[Ruth]

Beautifully purgeful :) Hard to feel unheard but sometimes a reminder one IS heard is to know you don't walk a lonely path and we are all on the same path in some ways :) Stay safe and well MCS :)

[MCS]

Ruth, thank you for your visit and sharing your thoughts.
I'm sorry for the delay in responding, I've not been around much lately.
Stay safe,
Mary

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I'm listening, I have been there...and often still am...
feeling the words fall on deaf eyes...writing to purge feelings...
not needing them to be read, just written.
and it is indeed, "a balm to an exhausted mind" as you express.
j.

[MCS]

Thank you for reading Jacob. Stay well and be safe.