I Begin to Fall Apart
This is another poem from the collection I rediscovered yesterday. I wrote it as a teen. I am publishing it here without any editing. I have learned so much about poetry (including when to use capitalization and rhyme), but one thing is very clear--I have always known myself even when I wasn't paying attention. More on that another time.
The Scream
How shrill my scream turned out to be
When meant a whispered word
But hidden pain inside my heart
Instead, was what they heard.
They did not hear my meaning
Or see the smile on my face
But rather saw me screaming
Heard the fear my voice misplaced.
So, if I cry, forgive me
I’ve been misunderstood.
And if I run, don’t follow
Just leave me as I would.
Please don’t ask me questions,
I’d rather be alone
As shaken as I may seem
I’m just heading home.
And though you think me strange
Tired is more the word
Yes, I promise, no more whispers
So more screams will not be heard.
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Sounds like you were going through what almost every teen experiences, nicely expressed in words!
Cool! 👍👌
Thank you! Teen angst is real.
I cringed at the poetry I wrote as a teenager but admit it was more emotional.
Later on we all learn how to write it well and with form to make it more pleasing.
I could feel the emotions here and you write better than I could ever would.
Whoa what a compliment from such a talented individual! We learn and we grow. I was fortunate to have the opportunity to study with excellent teachers. I was also fortunate to have recorded these pieces of my journey. They are fascinating to look back on.
One more whisper, if possible?
You're just amazing, great writing, just pleasure.
I wait every day for your next post,
It's like a moment of nirvana for me.
Thank you for the pleasure @shawnamawna
Say whaaat?! My heart may have just exploded from the love here. Thank you @nirgf!
Love it @shawnamawna. This poem really encapsulates that 'spotty grotty awkward time', that is a line from one of my poems, which is about peter pan if he escaped from between the pages.
I love the essence you manage to capture in this piece, that essence of angst. As others have said here this poem doesn't have that awkward feeling about it that my teenage poetry certainly had. Very nice! 🙂
Thank you so much! I love that "spotty grotty awkward time." LOL. It's perfect.