yes, I can hear you
but I can’t let you in
I’ve gotten so lost
in these webs that I spin
I open my mouth
but no sound comes out
I can’t find my voice
my throat is all drought
my heart is the opposite
it’s pumping too much
overflowing and clouding
everything that I touch
emotions so large
they threaten to break me
I want and I need
but I fear you will flee
so, don’t come too close
you’ll get stuck in here, too
I’ll pull and then push
until you’re black and you’re blue
…unless, by some chance
you really wish to stay…
the key is all yours
I have so much to say
Created in response to the Daily Post, Voice
Oh wow, love this! I could feel the pain of the speaker and that ending with the glint of hope.
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Thank you, Jade. π
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Beautiful!
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Thanks, Emily! π
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Wow. This is such a beautiful and powerful poem. It weaves its way into my own heart, while also making me long to reach out to the speaker. Wonderfully written!
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What a lovely compliment! Thank you so much. π
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Beautifully written β€
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Thank you so much!
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Oh nicely done. You can feel the frustration of the narrator!
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Thank you, Meg!
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You’re welcome. Hope you’re enjoying your downtime!
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I am. I’ve read a couple books and worked furiously on tax crap. That part isn’t my favorite, but a necessary evil for self employment. You must know exactly what I’m talking about! I truly despise it!!
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Ugh! I know, I have to start working on mine, too. Oh joy!
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Yuck!! π Good luck.
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Thanks! π€’
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