Under My SkinA Poem by Nahla JonesThe weight of my skin holds me down like steel, calloused and heavy I’m trapped Stuck in this shell of misery, betrayal and failure Heartache consumes me because I don’t understand Laden with the relentless affliction of life Paralyzing me from within Manifesting itself as tough rigid skin Impenetrable, not allowing anything in I’m alone Afraid that the slightest touch or wrong move could be the end Because I don’t think I could bare another ounce to this skin I'd crumble Shattering into a million dry brittle pieces Each one holding a different drawn out over analyzed memory And just the thought alone is killing me I'm breaking I can feel the cracks begin to spread and the fear sets in Afraid that if I fall apart I'll never be whole again So all this time I've been content with being an empty shell I'm shaking Thinking to myself this is the end So instead of holding on to the misery Why not just let the skin shed And then little by little pieces fell It’s happening I feel lighter as I let the pieces fall where they may No longer trying to delay the decay Truth is it wasn’t me any way Just a petrified shell Fooling the world as if I was still there The more I let go the better I feel Lessening and lessening my fear And that’s when I realize There was something under all this skin I’m free Moving in any which way that I please Realizing while trying to protect my shell I was killing me All this time wasted Trying to hold the wrong things together Instead of just breaking While thinking shattering my skin would be my demise Turns out it was me under my skin the whole time © 2019 Nahla Jones
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Added on September 25, 2019 Last Updated on September 25, 2019 AuthorNahla JonesINAboutI've always loved to read and write. I was the elementary kid who used to read the dictionary for fun. Needless to say I was an oddball, I didn't really fit in and I had a unstable home life so writin.. more..Writing
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