knows only pencil & paper
the internal diatribe that plagues me.
knows no sound save the click of the keyboard;
outside my stuttered cries.
pours the only way it knows how -
through every vein in my body
and every word I lay down.
If you wish to know me -
know every secret breath I hold -
find it not in the vibration of my vocal chords,
but in those words I've penned.
On inspiration for this piece: This idea was pulled from Poetic Asides's 2015 April PAD Challenge: Day 13. "For today’s prompt, write a confession poem."
I find most of what I write to be a confession of sorts and often times, the only way I know how to let out what is burning me from the inside. I think I pretty much said just that a couple of days ago with "More Often Than Not."