Some people find joy in the big things, but me? I find mine in the quiet rhythm of words. I’ve been writing poetry since I was five years old, and over time, it became more than a passion, it became a part of me. The way some people breathe air, I breathe poetry… Here’s a poem that I wrote when I was going through some difficulties in life.
Emotionally Speaking
Tragedies can feel like blasphemy
My mind is running fast from me
Yelling to God
Silent fiscade (fa-sod)
A catastrophe
Chasing my tears
All of these Years
No escape
Red Chandeliers
Of all my fears
At the gates.
At moments I break
As reality waits
Blindly running
Feet are drumming
To the beat of my faith.
Inaudible melodies
Run down my face
This hell that we reside in?
What is this place?…
The vibrations of life
Come to shake you
Have you ever wondered if…
It’s God awakening you
I am emotionally speaking
My light is fluorescently beaming
My sows are currently reaping
Time is steadily seizing.
Tribulations write my story
I give Jesus all the glory
But at times when I’m home
All alone,
My volumes dance in the microphone
When I’m emotionally speaking….
My mind is convulsionally thinking
Uncontrollably weeping
My heart has kept me from seeing
The clouds of my present being
Flood my wounds that are seeping
Blood curdling tears that you’re screaming.
My tears are steadily streaming
From rhythms of my breathing
The world around me is bleeding
And I am presently thinking
While unnoticing I’m emotionally speaking…
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