Just Write

My tree

Of life,

Blood,

Sweat

And tears;

Help me find the words I seek.

The beat of my heart;

The words I’m

Unable to utter aloud;

 

Papers scatter in frustration

Searching for the perfect thing

To pen in hopes of a release

A purge of sorts, to end my day;

 

Jumbled thoughts and confusion

Of rights and wrongs

And do’s and don’ts

Are pecking at my brain

As if a crow was

Incessantly tapping

Against my skull to say

 

“Hey!

 Really?

Are you kidding me?

Wake up girl!”

 

Its feathers I’ve plucked

To scribble on parchment

In the blood of

My tree and I,

As my thoughts begin to flow;

For we are one in the same.

 

~Angela Beck