a poem i guess...

I write these words with a desire to be heard

I've been filled with a heavy heart and a lot of nerve

My mind refuses to rest, and yet my soul is restless

I search the scorned earth for something that seems so rare

a fairytale at best


I'm a glimmer of light, one that will keep more than just myself going

A gentle flame, or a catastrophic fire

Yearning for a love that I have to fill myself with

Just to pour it into the soul of the next person

another sacrifice...


I still write with the desire to be heard

But I'm afraid of how what I will say may effect the next person

if I'm honest, will you listen?

Or will you sew your ears shut as soon as I stop making jokes?

I've been spoon feeding folks for a while now.


I am a storm that can lead to devastation

But the end of something is only the beginning of something else.

I am also a calm breeze,

one that feels rewarding after a chaotic day.

Pick your poison, and nurture it well.


Still I have that desire to be heard,

But a fear of being loved.

How could I ever let you decided I'm enough

When I know deep down I'm more than the world can handle?

What a shame for the world.


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