Years of silence now turning to sound
Only three people I trust
Know what I have found
Writing is easy
but speaking is painful
even so
I try to be thankful
that I didn't give up
that I still can breathe
that though I had the chance
I chose not to leave
Soon I realize
as the truth begins to unfold
that the truth that
will be told
Will leave me raw
my flaws and my tears
don't tell what you saw
I didn't for years
Now people know
there's pain behind cheers
there's blood behind sleeves
the kind that never leaves
Soon I'll be raw
And my happy act
will be good as gone
Raw of my pain
raw of my fake
raw of my happy escape
Maybe if I am
I'll put pain in the past
I'll retain a life
stable enough to last
Soon I'll be raw
my flaws and my tears
don't tell what you saw
it took me two years.
YOU ARE READING
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
