Can I think out loud in front of you?
If I say what I mean, what I feel, what would it mean to you?
If I speak any words of contempt, how would you understand?
Would you try to?
If I showed you what I've done, how much of it there is
What I've accomplished, how it's made me feel
Would you look for more
or say, "no more"
or sit with me, content?
What if my thoughts spilled, the ones that keep showing up in waves when I close my eyes,
What if you saw them, too?
If it made me who I am
Would you still know me the same way?
Would you discover something new and love it still?
What if I continue to hide, keep you as ignorant as possible
If I keep the world at bay from this spilled ink, my triumphs to myself
Let you continue to live without it
How long can I keep that up?
Can I?
About the Creator
Abbey Streett
Life spoken through poetry.
Everything hurts
and nothing is free.
Currently a stay at home mama to two wonderful, crazy kiddos. Finding my voice through poetry, and desperately finding time to read and write.
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