INHALE THE EXPERIENCE EXHALE POETRY

NOW LET THE POEM SPEAK!

Hi everyone hope you enjoy this post, "INHALE THE 

EXPERIENCE EXHALE POETRY" in this poem called 

"SPEAKING OUT", the poem gives me a voice to speak 

and exhale my life's experience. 

This is a picture taken of me via phone and 

some graphic work was done to create the look of rain falling 

as I exhale.

SPEAKING OUT

This poem?

This poem strives to bring reason

Straining beyond the agony of words

Stretching beyond the deep, dark tunnel of time

Where emptiness leeks

And sorrow sucks your spirit dry

Draining your blood like, a leech

Struggling to face life’s task

Forced to wear a mask

Clear my throat and move on

Coughing up courage mixed with hope

To go where fate demands

And walk this road not made with human hands

This poem has turn frail, tired eyes

On years of sweat and tears and kept her peace

Forever bearing a smile

That hides the pain that lies behind

Silently sobbing out her sorrows

Like clothes beating against stone till white

This poem has taken much

And will not be hushed

This poem will speak!!

But at the edge of the heart, wisdom is weak

Are words enough?

This poem is not about metaphors, similes and such

This poem too deep

This poem has spent nights in hell

Bears the scars of scorching fire and live to tell

 Where demons shadow swallowing your peace

Devouring your flesh, your sleep

And fear pours thick and yellow

Like pus from a septic sore

Obscuring all beauty

Yet forced to hold my head up high

And walk with dignity

A dignity that didn’t come easy

But came through strain and age

Much poverty, rejection and lamentation

Too much to put upon this page

 I this poem say;

I’ve paid my bills of pain and sorrow

And cashed my share of tear-filled tomorrows

Forever gathering my life like scattered leaves 

Yes! I took all that life spurned

But earned a peace that many yearn

Many are dead, their dreams silenced

At least I have a heart to grieve 

And why is it that human tenderness is usually late?

Like long, lost mails

And when it comes at time so frail

The fact is, humans are as complicated as the truth

This whole world is a market of doom

And I have had too many gloom

Seen too many setting suns and dark rough seas

It’s time! This time the sun will rise for me

Me; God’s blessed clad in regal dignity

Had fallen, broken body

A somewhat paralyzing deformity

Joy it seems is fused in misery

A cruel irony

Something evil is always aiming at your smile

But I will stand again

Like a star that brightens dark skies

 I will shine again

I, like a broken bird will fly again

And dance upon the walls of this world

That tried to imprison me

For I am Free!

By Cheryl Griffith