poems lodged like clotted veins & clogged arteries & i just want to bleed today...
words fill lungs like dirty lake water, i am drowning & i just want to breathe today...
phonemes & utterances bounce like echoes through the hallow halls of my bones filling them with burning kinetic energy when all i want...
is to be still...
God... I didn't ask for this...
didn't ask to be used
didn't ask to be chosen
didn't ask to be a vessel
but here i am broken and leaking for all to see...
i don't understand why you use my pain for their deliverance...
why won't you just let me be who they think i am?
who could ever love something so imperfect...
all i have endured flows ever so elegantly through these cracks & crevices, these punctured holes & flesh wounds, how transparent you have made me...
it's almost beautiful...
but mostly it's not, see i wear these frowns & scowls for a reason
no one needs to know why i lie awake at night
why i regret things that never were
why i wish things that can never be
no one needs to know that i'm only human
a mere mortal, always afraid to die because i have not yet come to terms with the way i live
always behaving myself when they come to see this glass house because i'm afraid that they'll throw stones & demolish this facade i've taken so long to fabricate...
what's the point of all this flesh if they can still see my heart beating frantically in my chest?
they've seen too much...
but in this transparency, there is perfection...
a perfect exchange of vulnerability for healing
insecurity for strength
conviction for confession
confession for redemption
redemption for salvation
and all in the name of atonement
i inflict these wounds upon myself
this supposed gift is my scarlet letter
but as much as it hurts me to do so, i wear this sin with pride
because without these moments of clarity, perfection is assumed
& i cannot live that lie.
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