I love words. I love art. I love Jesus.
I'm living the dream where I'm screaming,
But none can hear my cry;
My anguish falling on deafened ears,
I feel like I could die.
By D'Shan Berry11 months ago in Poets
The tree is lit, but unadorned,
Vacancies all around,
Nooks and crannies to be filled
From tip top to the ground.
I want to rend my flesh in grief,
Make visible my pain.
My sorrow knows of no relief,
Can see no earthly gain
Instead of putting blade to skin,
Ransomed captive, free at last,
Bound no longer by my past.
I'm forgiven, made complete,
By God's grace and mercy, sweet;
Who would I be without trauma?
Perchance happier, but less wise;
Less needy of medications,
But less in tune with others' cries.
Pain is the blackness of carbon,
And iron the joy that we feel
Placed in the fire of hardships,
Together, creates stronger steel.
Counting every letter
Each comma and each space,
But do we count our character
When none can see our face?
Tweeting hate is easy,
I'm sorry," I say, too often —
Embarrassed to exist.
A lesson given long ago:
It's not safe to resist;
Apologize to make things smooth,
And I have asked a thousand whys,
And shook my fist at God.
I've wept, alone, a million tears
Behind a stark facade.
I've wondered, wand'ring in between
Meaning exertion or effort
To produce or accomplish something.
A definition acid etched
Onto my fifth grade self.
You're leaving and I won't get in the way
Although I would prefer it if you'd stay
I'd never want to hold you back at all
Is this what life was like before I met you?
Cold, and dark, and grey, and small, and bare.
For, since you've gone, I'm only left to wander