Have your ever felt like you’ve
Wanted to be insatiable,
But your wings are glued to your back and
Your tongue is tied by the invisible thread
Binding your words, or
Have you ever felt like screaming your heart out
Lyrically and passionately,
But weren’t able to find the “appropriate” word,
Or the “correct” synonym,
Because I have.
I’ve wanted to be reason I’m awake at night,
The reason I’m haunted by the all the words
Choking my throat,
All those thoughts I’m swallowing, and
All those beliefs trying to claw their way out
In the form of a free verse,
Without being stopped by rhymes,
Or the correct punctuation,
Without being told my sentences can’t
Reach a page they don’t belong to.
I want my words to roam around,
To string themselves into stanzas
To lose themselves in the world of passion,
And to morph into a book of beauty and
Strength, without any shackles.
I want my stanzas to reincarnate as
A free verse.