Best Belonged Poems
The doors stance, do I question
At my request, did it open
Though at will, did it shut tight
As its entrants, did it welcome
But he who turns his back
Has only that which his mind can hold
A world, did I leave behind
A better day, did I see ahead
Optimism, was no challenge to maintain
Though it is they, who poison my mind
With their words of reminisce
That brings out the regret in me
My decision, I can accept
Consequence was my own bounding
For my motives, I thought well
A being of excellence, was my sight to be
A dream did I seek to life
Though a shell of my former self, has my sight become
Remorse, do I ask of none
For their well wishes, I heard loud
Though to my ignorance, had I only listened
As to stay, their pleas never stopped
Though acknowledgement, I saw no need
My heart to them, I did not know belonged
I miss the way we used to play together
forever, we played in the changing weather
however, we still gave love forever,
whenever, we saw each other, we smiled
up bright, the light, came down on us at night,
delightly, I felt after seeing you,
if it wasn't nonthing,it was love I knew,
we hade, but never told,
each other the secrets that we did forever
hold, but never, have we done something
so wrong,our love we had for each other
was so strong,the love was singing to us
as if it was a song
all along, we did belong
I never belonged
No matter what I did.
I was never good enough
For you.
You only wanted to control me.
Making me what you
Wanted me to be.
But I will
Never what you
Want me to be.
I belonged
By Michelle Morris
18/07/2020
I was no longer afraid -
For the first time
I belonged.
I felt safe.
I felt strong.
And I belonged,
With you in my arms...
Secure in love;
Secure in faith;
Secure in hope;
Secure in my frailty...
That I could do anything -
Conquer any foe;
You would always be by my side;
Wherever I might go;
Wherever I might go...
I was no longer afraid -
My feelings I accepted;
I belonged.
We belonged.
Together we were stronger,
And I felt...
Secure in love;
Secure in faith;
Secure in hope;
Secure in my frailty...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
I believed these poems belonged to me, sculpted from polished breaths,
Under the flickering light of candles, a refuge in the dense darkness,
Each line a profound catharsis, each verse a wound wrapped in metaphor,
But now, they knock at the gates of my sleep, uninvited, restless specters.
They rise, unbidden, from the abysses where I carefully buried them,
They carry my voice, but speak in foreign tongues I no longer understand,
The poem about her wrists? It whispers to mine, silent and sweet,
The one about loneliness? It sits in my mirror with an enigmatic smile,
I cannot shave without feeling its breath in unseen whispers.
I gave them ethereal forms and now they shape the contours of my soul,
Each stanza a circle of salt I thought would protect me from the shadows,
But by invoking them, I released spirits that cannot be contained or controlled.
They traverse my skin when they whisper my unspoken secrets to strangers,
They correct me when I try to lie, they are loyal—but cruelly loyal,
And worst of all—they memorize words written in forgiveness, but never truly felt.
My poems do not know sleep. They wait, silent, in the corners of my mind,
Like beasts grown from a pain I only pretended to have survived,
And every time I try to write again—
They gather behind the ink, grinning like ghosts with my face.