Dear Something,

I'm never entirely sure.

Dear something living inside me,
I can only feel you sometimes.
Although there are clouds in front of my eyes,
the weather is clearer inside.
I know you know my mind has never settled right,
but I like to tell you all the ugly things lurking inside.

Dear something dwelling inside me,
I’m holding thoughts on my lips,
but the thoughts, they rip right from me,
as they dance away as light.
I know I’m not a talented music maker,
but everything is better inside.

Dear something walking inside me,
I still can’t distinguish rain from snow.
In these barracks, I breathe alone.
but I always hear the soldiers groan
“We’ll take this one alone.”

Dear something,
come and rest your bones with me.
We are only dust on butterflies wings.
The sea will grow older.
I’ve tasted rain that slips down my cheeks.
But sometimes, it’s just a feeling, a reverie of something forgotten.

Dear something laughing inside me,
Something, crying inside me.
Something, beating inside me.
It is all clearer inside.

Author's Note

I'm never entirely sure.

Reviews

[JessicaRenee]

this is a fantastic poem; I loved it.
I felt like I experienced all of the emotions in this poem, as if I was living it at the same time.
Once again, great poem. It ran so smoothly, and i loved how you organized it. :)