Adriana Thompson Poet Blank verse

Scared

SCARED


… when I jumpstarted my thirst for sin
danced young
whistled with the wind
sold short my youth
burnt like the witches of salem

scared

… when I was the one with crooked smile
he chose to stomp through
as if I was a ghost town
with flowers and chains
with good will and free will 

… when the wind sounded like winter
he exuded calm
my hands were callous
and he cut my breath

I still have cuts everywhere

scared

… when my psychotherapist
wants to change me because
I put my ear to the ground
to hear the earth’s heart beat

… when I am tired
of jeans that don’t fit well
of people shivering
of paid and unpaid bills
tired of being a survivor

… when the road lies in front of me
and I go on an adventure
by crossing it
I become commercial
with only one dimension


… when the trees become
prime material for caskets
I feel their hardness 
on my back and sides
the dry wood cracks
waiting for my body’s moisture

… when I become a comic book
next to my wilted lips balloons
filled up with words
as if they are rivers or veins
and a bored reader
decides if my life is rust or blood

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Poet Destroyer A February 23, 2016 at 6:44 PM Adriana, we all write for different reasons. Sometimes, I don't even know why I write... You have a profound reason. I'm still in the middle of discovering who I am. Thank you for the reply to my comment. It was nice hearing from you. LINDA

Poet Destroyer A February 23, 2016 at 4:44 PM Amazing, by reading this poem, I feel you have lots of poems and are not a beginner like most of the new poets on this site. All your poems have been a perfect 7 so far.. I like the way you express your fears and become a part of something... Awesome poem. LINDA Adriana Thompson February 23, 2016 at 6:20 PM Thank you. I notice if I am not truthful I have no reason to write. I don't write to impress anyone, I write for the discovery of who I am and how I fit in my reality.