Potrait of a poet.

I feel things too deeply sometimes�"
like my chest doesn’t know how to hold it all.
I speak truth,
even when my voice is shaking,
even when it costs me comfort.

I’ve sat in silence
and still chose to write.
I’ve gone unseen
but never stopped trying to be real.
I question what’s right
because I actually care.
And I wrestle with who I am,
because I refuse to be anyone else
just to be loved.

I’ve worn masks,
but they never fit.
And the weight of pretending
hurts more than the pain of being honest.

Now I rebuild myself�"
brick by honest brick,
word by sacred word.
These poems?
They’re not just pieces of me.
They’re the map I left behind
so I never lose myself again.

Author's Note

i choose to write this cause it is not just a bunch of words but words meant to heal the heart and open the eyes

Reviews

[Marlon Ferguson]

Introspection is fine, as long as you like what you find. Honest words. Like the last two lines especially.