Poem – a poem

You don’t know why you look for crumbs
Why you pick so often at your scabs
Why you think the feast others eat
Is not part of your own feast.
Why do you doubt the wind
When it tries to push your wings?
You don’t know why you can’t just love
Without feeling an emotional flood.
All the colors you’ve ever know
Are fading away so subliminally
And you don’t know what you did wrong
To go from fertile to barren land so quickly.
You and the hill you’re ever climbing
You and the prayer in your chest bubbling
You don’t know why you keep on waiting
To survive a tragedy that’s not happening.
Oversized clothes make you feel secure
Is that why you want your parachute
To land in the middle of nowhere?
Hope in you is pale and without flowers
(Heaven is a place you desire to believe)
Heaven is real but you’re not a follower
Every day you feel lower and lower.
Your heart’s not fresh from healing
Just stabbing and repeating
You want this poem to reach its ending
You need this poem to do some mending
Blurry you, reading Virginia Wolf
Soft light from outside loving you
You feel as deeply as the ocean
Yet you are no boat
You cry more furiously than the rain
But you are not the storm.
Stars align the inside of your brain
You are a miracle, with just a few glitches
But you Virginia reading you
Poetry writing you
Always fighting you,
You fear there’s no miracle in you.
A passport full of stamps in the wrong turn
Lies beside your bed with you
You fear you love the burn of the sun
And that is why you fry your heart.
Someone special has marked your heart for love
To blindfold your feelings in a lovely trap
You are leaking with vulnerability
And yet still you’re seeking it
All metaphors can go to hell
This poem needs to end
You want so badly to be well
And the poem badly craves an ending
But this is the birth of art
Exiting the fence of a mind that needs mending
The ocean loves your droplets
Don’t stay hidden too long in your closet
Love will always reveal to you
The colors which you try to hide
Love will always be to you
What you eventually decide
You poem loving, word-hugging you
Love is always by your side
And if you are feeling otherwise
LOVE IS BY YOUR SIDE.
What your hands did do was hold you
And that is what your heart didn’t do
Inside it felt deserted to you.
Your favorite person is not you
And that’s a nightmare you never thought would come true.
All you sing is love songs
With breasts out your chest
You were taught how to love wrong
Before you outgrew your mother’s nest
And now the nightmare is in your chest
In your head, your chest, your head, your chest.
Soft
Supple
Sun
You are loved
Heal my love
You are loved.
You almost bloom
But you must write what you must write
You think no light is governing you
Yet you don’t lack the words to write
Harmonize the keys in your black and white
If you want music, play every beat you like
You who know better
Than to walk in a rainy day,
Walk in a rainy day.
Vividly dream and jump with both feet
Into the paint that colors joy
You don’t know why the divine feels like it’s missing
Like it’s kissing everyone else
Except you who need the kissing
Here you are, full of breath
Beguiling with your beauty
So overwhelmed by the darkness
That came to emphasize your shining
Nothing is late
I hope you’ll be able to relate
Drink the wine of poetry
If it neutralizes your suffering
You are the depth you are looking for,
The heart you search for with your heart.
You are more than a hand will ever hold
You need to let the latent go
Fragments of friction attack outer you;
Life’s miniscule debris seems flattering
Fragments of friction attack inner you;
You flirt with miniscule debris
Pause
See that you are not remotely close to your magic
Then see yourself have it.
You’re punished with rejection
Is what you think
You want to break FREE from that deception
Because it’s what’s making you sink
Why do you doubt the great height
To which your wings have the right?
You don’t know why you just can’t love
When love tries to push your wings.
You eyes shutting, sleep wanting you
4 am sleeping you
Don’t deny you’re overflowing,
Tickled and tackled by your aching dreams
You do not want to fall into false dreams
With false hope of blooming
5 am sleeping you
The night came running for you
Too late did you refuse its call
If you were even to refuse at all
The light was meant to catch you
Even if it was late
The sky was meant to fly you
And aid your ascend to the moon
No lie was meant to find you
But so so many did mark you
You want to heal your feelings
But dry eyes abandon you
An explosion looks like you?
We’ll that’s just not true.

The flutter of wings
Didn’t always scare you
The reason the view’s not there is because
To see both the forest and the ocean
You first have to let yourself fly
And whether you float or die
You will not find the answer
While lying on your back.
Only after the jump.
You wring the water out of words
And splash in the puddles you create

You dread what you’re running towards
But at least you create.

You are who you choose to become
And you are not small at all
Get up from that floor
You word-hugging you!

Ps: I am done.
-poem

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