some days, I wish I could feel less,
that I could take out all the emotion
that I have inside of me,
all the feelings that I refuse to accept,
and set them inside,
in a bicycle tyre,
that never made it to the garage.
some days, I wish all of my unsaid words,
would make their way,
tumble off my tongue,
in layers and layers of phrases,
and sentences,
that I could never utter out loud,
and settle in a painting,
that I could show the world,
that would speak for me,
and spell out everything,
everything that I am,
everything I want the world to know.
some days, I wish, I could write
enough poetry,
to untangle who I am,
and be what I feel.
On others,
I wish I could shut out my poetry,
hide it away from the most raw,
and honest parts of my being,
let it be,
in all its emptiness,
and hollowness,
incomplete,
like a lot of me,
without a lot of my poetry.
some days,
I’m a lot of my poetry,
loud, fierce, fearless,
on others,
I let it consume me,
and all that I am.
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_a lot of me in my poetry.
30/04
National Poetry Writing Month, Day 28.
#napowrimo
Poetry Prompt; “never go full poet”
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