World Poetry Day : The Storm Inside
Updated: Mar 28
Feeling gravity's touch on my shoulders
Spine following the curve of my frown
Few words escaped my lips
Whispered so no one can hear
How mean I am to myself
The chaos in my mind follows me
Pushing to expose itself to the light
Dimming everything in sight
Even the former joys
Laughter disappeared into the darkness
Smile, lost in the sea of intrusive thoughts
Stuck in the eye of the storm pouring rain down dimpled cheeks
Sunshine and rainbows just out of reach
Diving deeper only causes more pain
Fighting it only causes more pain
How do I fight my own voice?
My brain screaming scary lies so loud they sound like truths
Like a siren forcing me to succumb
Sonically similar but unrecognizable as my own
These are not my words
Sinister and cruel?
That is not me
This is not who I am.
But maybe the storm will clear tomorrow.