soul stringsA Poem by hdeanWhat does it feel like to preserve your inner self with all that you can muster? What does it feel like to coat your skin in a shimmering numbness, and to lock yourself away within a tightly bound basket of smiles? I ache to know that feeling. My insides keep overflowing out of me, drenching my surroundings. Splattered on everything in sight like a gruesome crime scene Dripping rhythmically to the ground. Pooling into puddles filled with Distorted self-portraits. With every overly eager smile Every moment of eye contact Each laugh I can feel myself desperately trying to make a connection with someone Anyone. I can feel my heartstrings lace themselves between every snippet of conversation Attempting to bury its roots in every moment My vision is washed in purples and blues and the slightest kiss of gold And I can see my fingerprints on everything that I touch It is as if I have been turned inside out How I wish I could gather myself up And fold these longings for connection and belonging Into neat piles in neat little boxes Stacked away deep into my conscious But I have been drowning for too long I can’t just build a boat for myself out of the salt water that consistently burns my lungs and wrenches the breath from my throat I am floating on moments of love and laughter And trying so hard to build a sturdy foundation out of the smallest bits of joy But the tiniest force The slight graze of one’s scissors Reverberates across my entire being And I can feel myself recoil And that sunlight that I can see far above me Dancing above the water’s surface Disappears under a cloud Who knew that all of this empty space insides of me Could have such resounding weight? © 2015 hdeanReviews
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