A pain in my chest

I've been fighting for my life
Creativity couldn't stream
My mouth was locked no pen could bleed
The ink filled my heart
Flowing up and choking so I couldn't sing

Black covered my eyes
Melancholy almost took my life
Everything so gray
Until I heard the whisper
It's god
You might not have another day

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

Hey Brianna, I hope you are doing well. I felt so much empahty, I too have felt this way many, many times before. "You might not have another day." I've been thinking about my mortality a lot recently; that the end is near for me, this thought has been following me like a shadow. "It's god" with a lower-case g works so well, I can't explain why.

If there's any advice I can give you, there's this phrase, I know not who said it, but it goes:

Turn your pain into poetry.

That's been my mantra these last few years, and I hope you can put it into practice. I really like your writing. And I hope that colours return to you soon; it's hard to breathe "when everything is gray."

[Twilight]

I like the metaphor of blood, not only symbolising our life force; but as if it powers our capacity to write creatively. And, it actually does; indirectly though it may be. I like at the very end, how it reminds us that our very mortality and risk of imminent death; matter way more than "writer's block" or any struggle with creativity. In other words, this poem could serve as a reminder for us; that our real life should always take priority.? This was expressed well, with a great choice of words. I accept "read requests" too, and keep on writing.!