A Letter To Emily Dickinson

Dear Emily, When you said, your “life closed twice before its close,” I realized how badly your heart had been broken You conveyed your feelings best with the written word But did you leave too many words unspoken? Sadly, this has been the case for me too Relationships have suffered from this mistake I release pain through my pen, emulating you In my bed alone I try to tune out heartache You called yourself “Nobody”; that goes for me as well No children, no spouse, I seem to be invisible As through crowds I drift, people look right through me And errors I’ve made always seem unforgivable When you composed, “I could not stop for death” Did you peer at the future, see my health struggles The reaper awaits; I’ll soon draw my last breath Isolated like you, I don’t share my troubles Although you achieved no fame in your lifetime I read your words often and have memorized some I grow through your poetry, they help me climb With your spirit in my heart, easily my words come *Written May 20, 2014