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This Poem
This poem is my voice -
A songbird in a cage
A glass of water aching for the ocean
A coin waiting to be spent (wisely)
I am not sure when I started writing this poem
Perhaps it has been forever - since I never could speak out loud
It is a constant - as familiar as a friend held in ice
I hold it in my head
Recite it quietly when times are black - or white
I like the syllables - the stops and starts
This poem is a secret door - a gate into a garden of my making
This poem is my skeleton - the very bones that hold me up
It is everything and nothing - upon it I can create muscles
Memories to support me as I open the gate and walk outside
Into a world that cares not for words or thoughts
Best to stay inside (I think) and work on the words that keep me alive.
"I am not sure when I started writing this poem
ReplyDeletePerhaps it has been forever "
I love that sense of forever in the silent commentary of our lives, our own story. I love "the bones that hold me up." and the muscles. Keep writing the poem!
I can feel this poem intensely, Jae. The last line is a pearl of wisdom.
ReplyDeleteI like this poem too. You, We, and our words, are safe inside. Hold them, warm to your chest. There are days when the world does not care but there are days where they explode like so many butterflies, released.
ReplyDeleteI loved your poem especially the lines "This poem is a secret door - a gate into a garden of my making and This poem is my skeleton - the very bones that hold me up Yeah and people are to much on the run and stop to think and enjoy words
ReplyDeleteI love this poem! A poem as a place of safety and strength. "This poem is my voice - a songbird in a cage." And then the other things that are the strength of your being, as you contemplate opening the gate and walking outside. Yes, keep writing the poem, and we will keep reading.
ReplyDeleteI like this poem very much, Jae. I especially enjoyed the thought that the poem is a secret door. Perhaps all poems have them if we look closely enough.
ReplyDeletePoems are our sanctuary...love this poem
ReplyDeleteThis part is definitely my favorite of your poem. There is something magical about secret doors that open the imagination.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is a secret door - a gate into a garden of my making