Words in Chaos (AKA Poetry)

An ode to every wordsmith who finds release in their writing. xx

Aching to bear witness
To this fractured soul,
To tear off this tight skin
And expose the truth within;
I see the world in hues
Of colored feelings, overflowing
In my river of ruminations;
Wild heart housed by these sleeves,
Inscribed on torn pages,
Sympathetic to atmospheric vibrations,
More comfortable with pen than tongue,
And I’m not the only one;
See I’ve tried to explain
How the written word keeps me sane,
But, unless you’re a writer,
You might not understand
This need to dive headfirst into the tumultuous sea,
Unable to stay put on dry land.

-MCR.

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