Layout by Charisse Mae Suson Ardeza
Published by: Shernes Saldon
Date Published: April 15, 2024
Time Published: 8:28 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: The silent grievance of a bone-weary role model
I want to speak, yet my mouth can't utter a word,
I want to cry, yet my eyes can't shed a tear,
I tried to fly, but my wings are clipped,
I want to heal, but my soul is heaping with venomous thorn.
I'm tired and I want another start—
Now that I feel like I'm torn apart.
I explored all avenues and went extra mile,
Gratifying the unimaginable ideal to shine.
Everything's messy—
It's never been easy,
I don't know if I want to scream or just laugh it off,
Since the only way I know to cope is to scoff.
I'm trying to supress my pique—
so I do nothing but to keep quiet and turn the other cheek,
For as much as I'm afraid I might snap,
And all the words that I force to keep may stab.
But there's one thing that always crosses my mind,
Perhaps, I just want to respite and resign—
In all the plans and to not be inclined,
To all the papers and contracts I shall decline.
IMAGE SOURCE:
M. (2023, March 13). Pinterest. https://pin.it/4qfAweYFH
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