POETRY | WRITING THROUGH PAIN | POETIC EXPRESSIONS
Catharsis?
Free verse
When inhaling deep breaths of grief, I write.
I write through covert distresses and a quiet ache.
When an implicit pain perches smugly, I write.
I write in broken moments of faith.
In a worn-out weather, I write.
I write through moments of disgrace.
When my ruins roar and whimper, I write.
I write when I am terribly silent.
When I silently sob, I write.
I write when climes are hostile.
When my inner silence weeps, I write.
I write when I am tired of trying to live.
When my roots of existence cry, I write.
I write when a moment of clarity withers.
When my strong heart shatters, I write.
I write through the voidness of my dawn.
When my painful dusk is filtering, I write.
I write when dried carcasses of past encase me.
While concealing my stifles and sniffles, I write.
I write through hissing darkness.
When brightest of lights shine, I write.
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© A.H. Mehr — 2024
With thanks to Edward Swafford and Chrysa Stergiou for publishing my work.
