It hurts.
In the deepest part of my soul.
A venomous agony that pulses.
For I know that there's no escape.
My inner walls, collapse.
Destruction- within,
The tidal waves crash against my vessel
Contained, it is
This turmoil inside of me.
For comfort I call my friends
Only two physically prevail
I lean against them, and the waves subside,
To potential energy
As the hour passes
My curse is released
I say good night
And my heart cringes
To the sides of the common people
The distant family of the building I live in
Of five languages we speak.
And tonight, a sixth is revealed.
The sixth being an unspoken language
Of spirutal prevail.
They come to my side
Without knowing, how much they help my soul calm
Yet the moment I step away
The hurricane triggers again
My hands shake
Tears fall
I can't think straight
My words are lost
I grasp for a pen
And begin to scribble
For the energy converts into kentic
And the waves crash down in ink on my paper.
Somehow contained in something so fragile.
So thin.
YOU ARE READING
A Barrier Meant To Be Broken
PoetryA journal of a young adult with a dream. This book contains poems and collected thoughts of their journey that started April 25th, 2018. At the age twenty-two they find themselves stuck between cultures, and more than two.
