It saves me every time
I am drowning in my words
Pulls me up
Pumps my heart
While forcing air through me
It refuses to let me go
📝
It doesn’t understand how much
It has given true meaning to my life
I can churn the letters to formulate words
And use them to produce sentences that
Dance off my fingertips
Arranging themselves into a language which
Hijacks the senses
Filling it with vivid imagery
The results often surprise me
📝
With it, I am fully immersed in an experience that is so absorbing
That It smacks me out of my self to a point where
Healing hemorrhages out of me
And in the process, I am able to shed off many layers of skin
that leaves my mind clean
A blank slate for
More words to populate
So they can be released before I retract
Out of reflex
When fear begins to suffocate me again
📝
For years I tried to pretend
that poetry wasn’t my best friend
It knows everything about me
Including my deepest thoughts
As well as the ugly parts
It comes back every time I push it away
Ignores my wishes and stays
It allows me to be compositionally naked
Dares me to reveal my truths
And for once I can reveal with utmost honesty
That without poetry
Mentally, I would be six feet deep
📝
I owe it so much gratitude
There aren’t enough words to fully express what poetry has done for me
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges7 days ago in Psyche
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