National Poetry Month Day 8
I know I skipped a few days. I’ll write in retrospect!
Silence is golden
My mouth was full of words,
Screaming to be heard
Not knowing how golden silence was
I would try to be seen hoping someone would notice me
Wishing that someone taught me that I had nothing to prove
Now I cannot help but hide tears
Thinking leers linger losing my psyche in this demeanor of trying to be revered by those who hold no weight in my life
That’s why every poem feels like I’m losing life from my lung cavities
Screaming to be heard
All because no one ever heard me yet everyone wanted to know what I would think
Not knowing your worth puts you in places where you cannot reimburse your time
Here I am lying to myself not fulfilling myself in this pursuit of happiness I’m happiless because I’m cleaning up every mess when I have a spill of my own
The lessons I wish I knew. I have nothing to prove to anyone.
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