Use Your WordsA Poem by nadia dmitriI think now my words use meFor weeks I have been bursting at the seams with metaphors They sit piled in my room with no audience to perform for Simple lines, collections of syllables They are puzzle pieces without a home Adrift shards of some much bigger and more beautiful picture Poetry used to surround me, it was in my heart and on my tongue Now I am losing my edge like an unsharpened knife Every day I sit and stare at a blank page Praying for those stanzas to spill out like they used to But they haven't It is a confoundingly awful feeling to have so much to say and no way to say it When I was little people used to tell me “use your words” I think I took that a bit too much to heart I think now my words use me I am nearly suffocating in the rhymes I create, I am having trouble swallowing But I have no way to turn these hurricanes into breathable air All this poetry used to be the glue that held my pain together Now it is just as scattered and disoriented as I am Please don’t forget about me while I figure out who I am now I am trying to be more than my words © 2024 nadia dmitriReviews
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