Sheesh it has been a while!
First of all happy new year, I look forward to a year full of new blog posts.
I apologize for my lack of posting, I actually broke my arm in late September which kept me busy for a while and then it was the holidays and traveling and I was busy with school and blogging was not on my mind.
But now I am happy to be back! I wanted to share a poem with you that I actually got the privilege to read at a writers event. One of my friends mom's and a woman who interviewed me for a local paper both do a local writers club/ event group and I was invited to share something. The requirements for the piece were under 3 minutes, and it had to include 3 words: slump, jingle and interlude. At first I was very daunted by this task but over the course of a couple days I wrote this poem that's actually pretty personal to me. I hope you enjoy it and find things you can relate to.
Anxiety
©Quinn Smart
Throw your arms to the sky, attempt to break the binds of life that isolate you to your own mind
As you try to shake the emotional slump off your back like a silk sheet
Shoulder
Claws dug into your skin
Clinging to you
Dripping
Overcoming your mind
Gnawing into your imagination
Naïve
Darkness
Blurred life
Pinpoint vision
Kick up the dust climb,drive,fly,run
Fight to find the interlude in the thought skipping like a record
Caged and clawing through the bars
Turmoil racing through your stomach
Deep in a pit you can’t quite reach. One full to the brim
Your demons trick shop
Ready to whip out anything to enervate you
Stick out its foot. That embarrassing dream you never had, but real.
Thoughts on replay like the commercial jingle stuck in your head
Battle scars
Surveying the mountain that’s looming ahead, before you realize you’ve already peaked.
Alone in a crowd.
Angel wings battered and frayed, hands held but not felt.
But beginning to see, bright eyes hidden
Clouds passing, you think of a small girl
Arriving as she goes, and the pictures you kept in the hatbox
So close yet pounding walls invincible
Feeling the earth crumble can be unnerving, unless you know
You know that it’s you. A force
Freeing wings long forgotten
Hidden among the tangible metaphors so perfectly organized against your will.
Tied. Ropes cut and fingers stretched.
Numb soul but a glint
You shake as the words trace the twisting path
Intense tongues trying to explain
Only getting so far before you weep
And then straighten again
Strong hands pulling shoulders back
Lift your face, feel the light that emerges so suddenly,
Gone. Yet when you look away, arriving still to lead you.
Somewhere towards that place you used to like.
Sitting in wait, what an old thing
Now, ankles bound
Running still
In here, finger to your heart
Break away
From that parking lot
Done
Ready to begin
Over with the mountain, the jail, chipping at the bricks
Escape
No need for a replay, only a rebound
And deep down you believe
This is it
And shadows of past may haunt you, never forgotten,
But you’re as true as ever. Solidity, a good feeling, one you must get used to
Shouldn’t be too hard
As you remember
Fingers in grass and a wish
You don’t believe in stars
Only yourself
The one thing always there
As you’ve been taught, but only soon believed.
And ready to fight, weapons at your side.
Face of a warrior, many you’ve met and trained,
Till death do us part my dear monster,
But when fingers slip and minds collide
Earth shattering
Freefalling
And a last laugh
One enjoyed through the depths of a once porcelain being
Fragile
And now rewarded
Seeking something no more
Only found
And relieved
~Flywriter
