
Sitting in a room, full, causes anxiety
Words, can never escape
It ends up like makeup
Putting on a face to make it easy
But,
When everything is quiet
When thoughts are being heard
When talking becomes more than a front
Only then, when the pen hits the paper…
Does it make sense
Only then, can words pour like a fountain that’s been stopped up
Only then, can you hear who’s heart beats more
Only then, can words pour
Front and center, causes anxiety
Fright or flight are its responses
Blood is drawn from head to toe
Shivers down the spine,
And into the legs they turn into puddles
Yet power is filled in place of the butterflies
And once more, words pour
Only then, can power be sensed in the words spoken
Only then, do the words pour from the paper and into the souls
Only then, can you feel who’s heart beats more
Only then, can words pour
About the Creator
Lady Psyren
I am an independent artist and writer based in Milwaukee, WI. I've always enjoyed writing and I use nature to help me do it. I write Hip-Hop/R&B and Video Game Music. My poetry is usually about the world as I see it and my culture.



Comments (2)
I love how you flipped anxiety into power here! The way you describe the release of words flowing when the pen hits the paper really nails that feeling. It’s like the words finally get to speak for you.✨
Amazing poem! Great work!