Poetry Numbs the Pain

One day we will be, forever silent. Where would we be without poetry? As a child, I buried my heart, drained from games death would play - in adulthood, it still refuses to resurface. Grim Reaper hides in the corner of my eyes. Is there such a thing as an overdose of sadness? Because sometimes pain has no metaphor, so we bleed the seeds of dormant blossoms. I stare at a forgotten photograph, at a boy I once knew from my past, scruffy curly hair with tense, timid, tired eyes. His life is a fuzzy blur, but I feel his misery. Some memories are merely reflections, some reminders, returning within season. Unwanted souvenirs of how unfair life can be. When skies are clouded like ashen smoke, all I hear is untuned violin strings, screeching - violent, like tangible bursts of thunder. An orchestra of lightening forcing an explosions of unerupted emotions. Like pain placed in a paper bag, scattered like a dead man's ashes. I've come to terms with people not seeing beyond the smile. Still I search for love in freezing rain, to prevent from numbing sensations. In the darkness of death, I still remember the white lights - and my mother's rainbow love maybe that's what saved me. I realise the reality of adversity. I'm an advocate of its lessons - because, i'm a definition of each battle, yet I know the war is far from over. Poetry is the perfect way to release suppressed emotions. My heart desires to beat like a flutist's musical notes - like a kite floating higher and higher against brutal winds. Silent One 4 December 2020 This is an example of my current contest called catharsis poetry. I attempted to use poetry techniques like light alliteration and assonance.