Poetry Is
Poetry is my escape when reality becomes too much,
Recently poetry has become my crutch.
When I start to feel like I am drowning in the ocean
with arms too heavy to swim or make a motion.
I can pick up my pencil and paper and write it down;
Being able to release the anxiety, fear, and sadness is profound.
For so many years, I tried to keep everything locked deep inside,
Where nobody could find my real emotions alone, I would cry and hide.
The thought of everyone’s judgments and disapproval,
It turned into a deep depression and my complete social life removal.
My diary became my best friend,
Being able to release my emotions without worry or criticism was almost more than I could comprehend.
My journal was there for me day or night,
Anytime I Felt anger, I could write out my spite.
Anytime I felt sad, my hand could write through the tears,
Every emotion I had been keeping closed off for so many years.
Being able to get it out of my head and heart onto the paper,
It helped me release those lower vibrations; Now, I’m learning to stand as tall as a skyscraper.
If you’re going through a dark place or a hard time
Please consider journaling; I promise it will help over time.
It doesn’t have to rhyme or be perfect,
Just start to write and notice the inner conflict.
Once you have that written down, you can see what you have subconsciously concealed;
Then you have the secrets of your heart on what needs to be healed.
Please don’t give up; keep holding on with all your might.
Understand your shadows, transmute them, and then show the world your beautiful light.
Copyright © Genevieve Ostara | Year Posted 2022
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