Release
By Allaina Goldson
If you could see me now,
Would you be proud?
I’m still broken and sad,
But I’m writing the things I can’t say out loud.
Pen to paper,
Ink to skin,
The tortuous feelings,
No longer being kept in.
I write to remember,
And I write to forget.
I embrace my pains,
Clinging to my regret.
A song on my heart
With tears in my eyes.
Like yelling in a vacuum,
No one to hear my cries.
Lying awake at night,
Dark thoughts on my mind—
Cold and alone,
Ink to paper and I can finally unwind.