Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes the coldness of the world clips my wings,

And I fall to the ground.

Sometimes limitation climbs into my dreams at night,

begging to be my lover.

Sometimes this wild thing beating beneath my ribs,

beats me to the ground.

Sometimes the poet in me bleeds all over my paper,

adding another mad layer.

And sometimes,

The process of my fingers recording my suffering and joy,

Makes evertyhing worth it.

Reviews

[Crispy]

I appreciate the variety of your poems, and this one here's a lovely exploration. The middle line in particular is a striking play of words.

I too find that writing about the good and bad can help me to understand more layers about it, and that certainly makes the process worthwhile.

The first Sometimes seems unnecessary; but that's a meager critique, perhaps little more than compulsion.

Keep writing~ You've got a deep heart. The world deserves your words.

[angelite]

Thank you very much for your kind words, as I needed them. I'm trying my best to get back into writing, and i needed that push. Thank you again.