My Power

This is a group poem I wrote with my two amazing friends.

My power rests in my veins

Where it is always experimenting

Where it foresees any and all danger

Waiting for that lurking, hanging feeling,

analyzing and learning

meaning that only I know what's real in me,

but I suppose I have something to confess-

In the calm before the storm,

I left them to wander

searching for my bones

in a poor attempt to understand

how to sew words onto paper, 

or maybe it's just thin air

in which nothing makes a sound

Where the silence hits.

Can you hear it?

The blood rushing to my ears

Slowly, methodically, and carefully

Tearing through my mind

A war through the ages

A battle I can't seem to win

Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

Maybe I'll get lost in the storm when it comes

Watching it tear down the walls of society

but maybe it's best left to us to deconstruct

ripping apart the seams of the social standards

I'm done being the soldier from the opposing army

Joining kids in riots, fighting to be heard

Watching children grow up quickly

Joining an ever growing army

Blindly painting a picture in black and white

How have I managed to lose my sight?

Perhaps it's another war I've walked through

Yet this time I've come out scathed

But it's an injury I'm glad to have

I won't succumb to monochromatic views

Views that have turned into rules

Rules that dictate how I must appear

Shoulders, chest, legs

I will not be cut into pieces anymore

I am not your dog

Take me off your leash

I need to set myself free

You should let me be

I've went over many obstacles in my life

But this one I can't get over

It closes in on me and turns back around

It's burning a circle through my soul

Waiting for that lurking, hanging feeling

meaning that only I know what's real in me

My power rests in my veins

How am I supposed to tell what's acceptable to myself?

To be continued...