Unseen
A poem on perspective and perception
"You're not emotional, you're quite cold, actually," he said,
I blinked
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Yelling from the rooftops in electrified bliss,
crying in a mess of frustration and fear,
laughing and kicking feet, to-and-fro
That isn't me,
privacy is not always a locked door and key,
not always a cut chord or blinded window
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At home, running into walls of stone,
a beautiful child nothing more than a fly in the kitchen,
a never ending tip-toe between "quiet" and "stop that"
A bottle of black sits where a display was,
things once performed are kept within,
they deemed it mute, unseen
But numbness isn't always the company,
invited to play in a jumble of experiences,
made music when strummed by the hands of sensation
Just because I show none,
does not mean I feel none
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Cries met with punishment,
happiness met with silence
The fox in the wood does not speak
she is not deemed lacking and she is wise still
I will speak,
I may not show
~
"We speak the same language, yet you will misunderstand," I said,
He blinked
About the Creator
Chezney Martin
A developing creative writer with a background in journalism, probably day dreaming about the latest Top Stories. Officially in the routine of writing every. single. day. ✍️
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Outstanding
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Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Comments (2)
Beautiful inflection!
Nice!