Are You Listening

So many words I wanna say

So many thoughts to fill the day

So many debts, ones left to pay

So many hopes, when comes what may

So here I hope my life won’t pay

For moments lost within my day

For questions had within the grey

I held the words I wanna say.

I’ve realized, especially in recent times, I have trouble expressing myself. I’ve always felt like I do it better through my writing than my words and that’s really what this little poem is about. So much that really wants to be expressed, but is suppressed by the stress.

Writing is definitely a way of letting all that go, but it’s a new challenge of making sure your words are accurately portrayed. I think that’s why I’ve always been drawn to the arts. Poems are held to such a strict structure you can’t overly explain. Paintings have no words at all and can attempt to express emotion with color. The real beauty behind it is that when you read the words or look at the colors you can fill your own life into the cracks.

I don’t consider myself anything special when it comes to my writing, but I’ve realized how much I use it to express the deepest emotions. I guess that explains why I struggle with a schedule of writing. You can’t schedule your emotions or what will truly inspire you, you can only wait for the wave and hope you catch it.