On days like today,
I find myself going through old poems-
Ones that I wrote years, years back.
And I find recurring themes;
Pain.
Survival.
Sadness.
Loneliness.
Death.
But on days like today,
Days when I feel happy to be who I am,
I am not ashamed of my poetry.
I am not ashamed of feeling,
And I am not ashamed to write about what I feel.
Today, I write for myself.
I write for the people
Who left me too soon.
I write for the people
Who have chosen to stick with me, even through
The dark times.
I write for the pain
That eats away at my body.
I write for the bruises I am so tired,
and yet proud of.
I write for the scars that are testimonies
Of my strength,
The barriers in my larynx,
Which block the riot in my throat
from escaping.
I write to do myself justice.
I write to make myself proud.
Perhaps tomorrow,
I will go back to the same,
unending tunnel of self-loathing.
Perhaps I won’t-
But even if I do, that’s okay.
For this brief moment though,
This very second,
I feel.
And I am happy that I feel.
I feel, therefore I exist.
I feel, therefore I believe.
I feel, therefore I am.
Note: The title for this poem, “I am, I am, I am”, is a line borrowed from one of Sylvia Plath’s quotes.
Day 28-NaPoWriMo.
August 30, 2021 at 5:32 am
One of the best things about your poems in their simplicity. Simple, straight, shallow words…but with a meaning so deep and intertwined effortlessly in a smooth flow, it’s just amazing. Loved this one loads.
May 1, 2021 at 3:31 am
With every expression you start understanding your feelings more and more. It will slowly turn your weaknesses into strength and it will be quicker this time around.
April 30, 2021 at 3:03 pm
You saw, you felt and you wrote….You see,you feel and you write… Holding the feelings and the thoughts is quite similar trying to clasp water, which is impossible.But then writing down the feelings really helps the mind decode and in the process creates a mental inventory and some rich brewed creativity.