Speak
I come up here and start speaking
all these thoughts in my head leaking
I try to express how I feel
sometimes wondering which of it’s real
it’s all closing in, the pressure’s tightening
life is so terrifying, so frightening
is there no break, no rest?
Or is peace nothing but a futile quest?
I search for answers, never finding
while the hands of time keep winding
the only relief I know
is to reach inside and show
others the darkness inside
holding it up to the sunshine outside
weaving my thoughts into a golden tapestry
and holding it proudly for all to see
this is my refuge, my port of safety
amid the dark, raging sea
it’s only brief and fleeting
but in these words, I find meaning
so I will keep writing, I’ll continue to speak
and make the future look a little less bleak
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