I often forget the
power that creation has to help heal a heart. I find that when I am most down,
I mope and agonize, and yearn for some sort of outlet, but feel that I am not
mentally or emotionally strong enough at the time to let my creative juices surge forward.
Funny enough, if I push myself hard enough to begin something, I am not usually
disappointed and the act of creating something that accurately expresses my
heart, whether meaningful to others or not, releases a lot of tension. The cheesier the better! I wouldn’t
really consider myself a poet generally, but something within me today made me
whip this up. And I am all the better for it. I recommend doing stuff like this
for yourself if you’re going through something rough. Even if your creativity
is a zero out of ten, it might just help you to pretend to be Shakespeare or
something for a moment. You don’t have to show anyone. I usually don’t, but
here I am. Take my advice people! Express that heart and hang in there! <3
Speak Your Heart
By Jessica Cruz
Your eyes are caught,
he sees your gaze.
The stare does much
to fuel the fire.
It lingers still in
memory.
You wonder what he
could have seen.
Speak your heart, why
winter’s chill?
Your tender heart
beats louder still.
So loud yet still he
doesn’t hear.
When your ill-led soul
poisons heart with fear.
He’s carved his name
upon your heart,
Upon your arm, upon
your mind.
His claims to
ignorance are firm.
He seems to not care
how or why.
Speak up, oh
whirling tempest within.
The windstorm strips
your spirit thin.
Though passion still
has found no voice,
When fear controls,
it has no choice.
When spoken to, you
flee with fright.
For shame you feel so
much you bleed.
Though talk you wish
with all your might.
Your hungry heart he
did not feed.
Speak out, don’t lie,
oh stone-cold face.
Though care he not
for your embrace.
For love for him you
did not fake.
Such love remains for
him to take.
Your stomach churns
now all is lost.
Admit defeat for he
is gone.
Regret ensues, you
count the cost,
Of being fear’s most
oft-used pawn.
Speak truth to your
soul that it denies.
It longs for hope and
vies for peace.
One day it will
accept truth’s claim,
And rid forever
itself of blame.
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