i tell myself.
there is so much of me
that needs to be ringed out.
as i witness others in this world
empty themselves for the sake of making art.
i see this and every cell in my body pulls my skin apart
wishing to get out of the cage I’ve kept them in.
i have so much this world needs
if only i would open my mouth and
let the essence of my inner bones scream.
the words don’t have to make sense or
be woven together in perfect rhythm or rhyme.
it just has to be said.
without any thought of whether
the words are good enough or not.
because it’s just me and my bones,