I hear the echo
of millions of voices not mine
am I too much
a slow giant whale is moving on our heads
deep blue sorrow dripping from her sides
she dips her head into the vast silence of the sea
calm
alone
she has no hurry and, deep down, beside her heart, lies a smiling face/ eyes enclosed, a pounding heart
the front exposed and covered with water
I am, though, still hurting
A voice inside me is posing me questions
what’s left is fear - she says
the dark blue sorrow sticks a hug around my heart and to the lungs
/ so petty
she holds it in her hand / such familiar feeling
why so resentful
and the tone, look more aloof than before
my mind has gently tip toed on a green blue garden
welcome back, a woman sais
here is where the details count
am I too much / or are you too much to your own self
so attentive, so silent, so slow / her eyes are with me
and so we speak
her hand in her pocket, she lets a little bird out
and so the wind is within me
and so I speak
I fear
my heart not ready
has never been
although he knows.
a silent whale is too big
me, instead - some sort of mute trustful being
the never-ending smile within me
a source of light
there’s peace inside you
/ and I’m not the one to follow
I fear
you’re all so vast, so tremendously precious
let the bird know the heights of his wings
singing his life with his blithe tune
I’m the pocket, I wonder the hands.
if I’m too much, I fear
not mine the hands
/ who has the courage
to hold you, so secure to let you out
I fear
I hope I’m not holding you back
/ it’d be so hurtful
my heart who knows who fears who waits and is so afraid, too much to compress; implode.
a tiny bubble of dripping hurting painful sorrow
-the claws in my chest-
don’t want to hear
#Writing #Poetry #insecurity #Fear #trigger