It’s been a long time since I wrote a poem. This is one I started more than a year ago when I was having a difficult time writing. I’d forgotten about it until I perused the many drafts on my blog which have yet to be published.
The poem says a lot for how I was feeling and how I continue to feel at times. I never published it, probably because I wanted it to be perfect before I did.
Today, I could not feel more imperfect. I don’t say this to solicit sympathy. It’s simply a statement of fact that some days will be less rosy than others.
Even if the poem goes unread, it will no longer just be silent words in my head.
I’ve been silent for so long
So silent I’ve lost my own voice
So silent I don’t know what I sound like anymore
When I speak, I gauge another’s reaction to my voice
I see confusion where I once saw recognition
I sense disagreement where there was once agreement
I feel discomfort in the space between us
Where a pillowy air of comfort used to be
How did I get here?
I’ve been too quiet
For too long
It’s time to hear my voice again
Time to speak and express
It’s no longer important how I came to be here
It’s only important where I go from here