
In and out
I just took a breath
Preparing myself for what
I'm going to say
Rehearsing the words?
Ive been doing it all day
Wondering if by ear it can play
You know,
The things I say
I mean,
What I want to say
Those of which I've been rehearsing all day
Those things that I've have yet to say
Those things…
In….
Out…
I just took a breath
Within a yawn...
Within a yawn
I just took a breath
But it is not yet dawn
Dawn..
Dawn...
Dusk, daylight
Midnight
Twilight...
Not yet twilight
And even in the lack of light
I cant express,
Even in the light
I regress,
There is no progress
In the light
And in the midnight
There lies a stress
A stress where I still
Can't say,
Can't say that of which
Was rehearsed today
The many words I've yet to say
Those words I cannot say
Those words…
Those words…
In…
Out…
I just took a breath
Outside of time
and I looked into this heart of mine
Which turned to gold and silver lime
And cleansed the soul of the divine
Divine...
Divine.....
Divinity
What can save me from this affinity?
The unspoken of trinity
Before my eyes, I realize
They lie within me
This trinity of divine light
And even with light
I still regress
And in the light I can't express
The lack of progress
Where I cannot say
That which was rehearsed all day
Things I cant bring myself to say
Things I cannot say
Not refuse to say
But do delay
In what to say
To you….
In….
Out…
Seasons pass and thunders roll
Father time continues to old
While mother nature's brow unfolds
While mother nature grabs a hold
Of a distressed and lonely soul
She begins to feel woe
She feels burden and woe
She feels the heavy woe
As father time brings the night
In the night she blows and cries
While softly humming her lullaby
But father time blinds her with light
And she recoils in fright
For in the light she cannot hum
She cannot say
The words that she rehearsed today
Like me,
She does not refuse to say
But delays in what to say
For in the night she can express
The words of heart without the stress
But in the light
The blinding light
The yellow, scorching
Blinding light
She and I still regress
Promoting the lack of progress
Where we cannot say
In……
Afraid to say
What was rehearsed today
Unaware of father time's graying age
Unaware of father time's being weary
He lay….
He lay….
Out…………..
(Written in 2006)
About the Creator
Jhean-Mychel
Being an artist means being creative and allowing the authentic creative energy that flows from you to be shared and seen by others.
I am a proud Jamaican mother who has decided to share her poems with the world. *echo* world... world...

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