Your eyes carry a depth
my words could never hope to paint
in this lifetime.
I wrote that nearly two years ago. It’s been a long time since I’ve written like that.
I want to feel again. I want poetry again.
Hearts don’t have locks, she said.
Some do, he replies. There are people who give away the key to theirs for safekeeping. Others are mistrustful and give out several keys, just in case. Then there are those who have misplaced them but never cared to look.
What about your heart, she asked.
Your words are the key to mine, he replied.
Never forget your words.
Sometimes I wonder why I so willingly bare my soul for complete strangers to read. Why do I pour my tears out in writing? Why do I share my fears and secrets? Albeit not all, or even most, of it. But even so, I bare.
I have never been one to shy away from telling my story. I have never been ashamed of the storms that rage war underneath this pale skin.
Perhaps it is because, more often than not, I feel misunderstood, and so a part of me desperately writes – in the hope that somebody will read, and understand me.
After all, all I have ever longed for was to be listened to. To be understood.
I cannot even begin to explain to you the salvation that I find in writing. In taking all these aches within me and turning them into something beautiful. I spend most of my nights furiously writing, trying to capture every ounce and iota of thought and emotion. Sometimes beautiful poetry comes out of it. Other times, only a jumbled up rambling mess. It makes no difference to me anyhow.
I just don’t want any of it to have been in vain.
“When we share our stories, what it does is, it opens up our hearts for other people to share their stories. And it gives us the sense that we are not alone on this journey.” – Janine Shepherd
Hey you. Whatever your struggle is, you aren’t alone. I am here too. Breathing in the same grace. Clutching at the same hands. Isn’t it funny? How frail we are. But together, we will overcome.
I used to call you a stranger
I shook my head and laughed
when you asked me to marry you
“You don’t even know me!”
Grinning, you said, “I know enough.”
The days passed
I fell in love
Fondly I called you
my home, my safe place
The steady rhythm of your heart
comforted me like nothing I’d ever known.
Nothing else mattered
when your strong arms held me close.
But just as time comes for everything
so did it come for us.
And for reasons I will never understand
now you have become
a stranger again.