Just one of my poems I'd thought I'd share.

My Words Are All I Have

I wish I could take all these feelings inside of me,

and play it out beautifully in notes along the keys,

Or create a tempo cadence with the beat of the drum,

or orchestrate a melody, string by string, as I strum.

But all I have are a few words,

emotions bleeding from my soul,

Created inside a broken heart 

That was once full and whole.

The words come to me now, 

I’m writing heavy and fast. 

Pouring forth on the paper,

alongside these tears from my past.

For far too long I’ve held them in,

Locked each word, each hurt, down deep within.

Afraid that if I let them out,

I’d lose pieces of myself somehow.

I’ve become so weary from holding back,

“Keep it together” I’d chant when I thought I’d crack.

For years inside that hypnotic state…

I dared not express, my voice enslaved.

Where I could not speak out, I had no choice.

What was stolen was my inner voice. 

Stripped away, slowly, 

bit by bit, 

All that made me feel worthy, 

The light I’d long ago lit,

This loss of self, this loss of me,

Had me thinking I’d gone crazy

At the age of 33. 

Every thought I dared to speak would nearly make me sick,

I would think, “Did he ask for a reply as only a cruel trick?”

I always felt like I was walking 

over a sheet of ice so thin,

every step split and cracked my path,

It was a game I could never win. 

But oh, the words I’d think and think,

That came straight from my soul.

They gave me so much hope and strength

Until one day, I escaped from the control.

So I may not be able to create a sound or tune,

To express what I feel inside,

But I give you these words, of power and truth,

That once upon a time saved my life. 

You are light.

You are loved.

You are divine.

You have worth.

You have a purpose.

You are strong.

You are valuable.

You belong.

You are able.

You are tough.

You are seen.

You are enough.