Ringed out

write anything 
i tell myself. 
there is so much of me 
that needs to be ringed out.

“how beautiful”
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.

IM HERE.
IT’S ME.

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,
ringing out.

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