poetry critical

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Random Poem:

Acceptance By Proxy

I'm writing to you from a library in a place that smells like bleach,
You would think that by now I'd be accustomed to that smell,
Considering all the times I've tried to scrub the walls of my own mind clean,
But nevermind.
I'm writing to tell you that things have changed,
That nightmare you kept having features new monsters,
Instead of waking up at three thirty every morning in a cold sweat
You wake up at four.
This might not seem like an improvement,
But trust me, the circles under your eyes are a little less heavy.
These old fears haven't changed,
They are lurking even now under tired eyes,
Behind locked doors that you keep repairing,
Boarded up against everything that seems too difficult to name,
It is a little easier to carry them now,
Strapped to your back like a cross,
Like a child,
All you need to do is keep moving.
This morning you found yourself crying over a stupid talk radio show,
Thought about turning the car around,
Considered wrapping it around a tree,
But you didn't.
And for every day you don't, there will be another letter
And there will be another sadness,
And none of this is new to the world.
You will wake up every day,
And when you want to wrap yourself inside and around the bedsprings know this:
You can’t.
No amount of rest will deter the onslaught of insult after insult,
Your mind will continue to tear itself apart one synapse at a time,
And in another eight hours you won’t even know your own face anymore.
Unwrap your heart from its home in the cage of your hands,
Take one step,
Then another,
Breathe in the smoke of someone else’s sadness,
Let it fill your lungs like fire,
Do something to put that fire out.
I have this habit of sending spoken word poetry to my best friend.
I would like to be able to send him my own words,
But these people just say everything so clearly,
In a way that makes you feel it,
A quiet thunder vibrating in your chest,
Painting its message across your face so beautifully,
And I don’t believe that anything so clear and so perfect could ever come from me
Maybe these words will never reach you,
Or maybe you’ll forget them,
But my hopes for you are so high,
They reach out across skylines like crooked golden wings,
Span all of this fear so easily on a clear day.
I hope to see you walk across the stage in May,
Exalted in finishing something you didn’t think you could,
I want to watch you spend an evening alone waiting for no one,
Quiet and smiling with a book on your lap,
I wish you happiness, kindness, and I hope to see you bask in these things,
To see you wear love everyday like you aren’t afraid to lose it,
Braided into your hair or pinned loosely to the front of your shirt,
I desperately want to love you,
The way that I believe everyone else deserves,
And if you remember nothing else of me that would be okay.

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