Dischordant Harmony

This was the first poem I wrote in 8th grade for school. I was one of those fill-in poems that I loathe. I wanted to publish this because it shows who I was - who I thought I was - at that time.

I am an unwritten girl who fights for a melody.

I wonder when my words will have meaning.

I hear the discordant songs vying for places in my conscience.

I see pictures shape themselves in half-formed letters.

I want to be heard without speaking.

I am an unwritten girl who fights for a melody.

 

I pretend my words will release truths held hostage in my mind

I feel the letters tauntingly tangle my tongue.

I touch the harsh keyboard that defines my fate.

I worry that all the melodies in the world have already sang.

I cry at the bright sheets of blank paper before me.

I am an unwritten girl who fights for a melody.

 

I understand that some stories aren’t meant to last forever.

I say that writing doesn’t have to make sense to be powerful.

I dream about songs that save the world’s soul.

I try to harness my spirit so it seeps into the pages.

I hope that someday people will realize that harmonies can dream too.

I am an unwritten girl who fights for a melody.