When I asked Bree to write together, she generously shared with me a poem she’d already crafted. I wrote in with her effortlessly like a little leaf floating along a river.
It’s difficult to find the words some days I’m a thesaurus full of blank pages Trying to dig between the emptiness old stories stare back at me characters having a banter party without me There must be unfinished business with those ghosts of my past They invade my waking moments eating up my creativity thieving all the phrases that used to live inside my mind
I gather my strength focus my weary mind willing the words to come back Surely if I shake the past hard enough they’ll release all they hold captive and start falling like cherry blossoms covering every crevice and crack of the page
Feeling, you fickle little thing! How did you deceive a heart so strong to break? How did you hide from the mountain of sadness to portrait such a bright grin each and every day? How much do you give out to the world to see? How long do you want to stay behind the bars of your own tangled web? Feeling, I thought you were my watch tower. And you truned out to be the red flags that I couldn’t see.
I frowned when I was really mad at you
without uttering any offensive words.
I raised my eyebrows when I was skeptical
instead of questioning your integrity.
I looked far away when I was sad
with no trace of tears.
I couldn’t argue with you.
I didn’t see my own expressions.
my heart is pounding
while my body is in sleep mode
my mind is lucid in another state
my mind is considering to
command my body to move
in a toss and turn
while is also persuading itself to
leave the body alone
‘we need to slow down the heart rate’
‘can’t do it coz she is upset and stressed’
‘let’s tell her to relax and breathe’ ‘she can’t coz she is blocking us’
‘true, that’s why her body shut down’ ‘yea, at least she is safe’