“Oh wow you write poetry?!”
What do they imagine we do?
Can they even begin to grasp
this free-for-all?
Do they know what
complete vulnerability
feels like?
Our words are our own
and whom we choose to share them with
is usually up to us
Unless you write poetry.
Precise crafted verses
thrown out there
Flesh ripped off
Insides revealed
Emotions spread
for readers to do as they please
Permanent release
Tattooed white space
Only if,
You write poetry.
Fingers crossed
they take a little something from it
even if it’s only a dash
of what you put in
These words are yours
but they are theirs
and every once in a while
someone gets more
than they bargained for
When you write poetry.
A flip of the page
Ripple effect
Widening eyes
Fluttering pulses
Freeing forgotten feelings
Surreal sensations
Rushing realizations
Altering analogies
Hemming hearts
Because you write poetry.
– Breelyn Shelkey
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So true. The best and the worst of it is you will forever have these memories. I believe this is one of my favorites.
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I like this. Any poem I write and share publicly is now living out in the world and a piece of me goes with it.
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Thank you 🙏🏼
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