I felt embarrassed to be me
To show love of, or connect with,
something
Like rocking out, now ‘dancing it
out’, in my bedroom
Would have been that strange
creature that makes people
smile
But, nobody helps to untie her
To welcome her being free
As a teenager, I might
have giggled publicly if words, deeply,
meant something to me
Yet, was a soppy, ‘over’ thinker
dripping in poetic, and lyrical, energy
Wouldn’t have taken loving poetry
as genuine
Just as a line to get laid
Knew where the lines were, tainted
with conformity
The, me, obsessed with song lyrics
and meaning
The twisty that was never seen
(the pages different, and the same)
Do people (like me) really exist?
Do people really stay?
Am I welcome in this world?
Says the one always expecting
to be played
Dancing like no one’s watching
The wish for everyone alive
Whether it be internally
Or whether your arms are waving
While the beige stare at you
Wanting to say:
‘We wanted to subdue her, we tried’
When I see a young person dancing
A child being ‘extra’ (some would say)
I couldn’t be more proud
Go you, you beautiful soul,
As you, you thrive
You should never be anything
other than you
Can’t unwind the hands of
the clock
(strokes, and torment, of time)
But, the world changes
and reshapes, I hope, one day
supporting your struggles
Your magnificence
I live within hope, for the gift
and space, the you that’s
yours, *celebrated (and not mine)
Magic shapes your forevers
Mind and body testing you, the everyday
feels like a vertical climb
Wrapped, in moments, with the sanctity of precious moments living on, within nows and the presents
Moving onward
Creating art and
deconstructing
You are
so worthy
and beyond time
Nothing gives me more joy,
and sadness,
Than longing for time to
be our friend
Almost undo’s the blue
But, hurts all my maybes
And the empty pages
Heart strings weaponised as
foreboding, when they were thoughtful
Like messages, discarded
Ripped up, in confusion, anyway
Never sent
There was no freedom
I let myself go
A coiled spring
Released, but yet, completely,
tied
The fact I can’t sit still
and be present
without writing these words
And that the future for
those way more incredible
than me
And building towards, one day, it being me
When the hearts of others
(connection, so me, too)
are what it takes to survive
..
*not because you feel you have to
the listy ‘too long’ bits, spoken word-style poetry, Tara
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