Running around the ocean bed
Looking to be freed.
Flirting mid air with a mild breeze
Tell me how not to freeze.
Fighting against the norm
As many yearn for such freedom.
Constantly screaming inside
While everyone is busy looking side to side.
Scaling the boundaries put in place
Masking the emotions on the face.
Divinely boiling deep within
Igniting sensual tension under the skin.
Scattering every spoken word
Beyond its intended home.
Writing poetry/prose is becoming a task. One that requires my attention centred in a single piece and for someone looking to silence louder voices, I am struggling to channel my alpha voice in a flowing rhythm. The above piece took days.
On one hand the writing feels like it's improving but on the other, I feel like I am losing my grip on saucy stanzas. Who knew even poetry transitions? That poet take breaks. That sometimes they can't make sense of the words they painfully birth.
