Go or stay
with a scream or a bow,
Blown either way
I lose TRUTH somehow,
His passion on one side;
Her gift on the other…
I can’t please them both
without shaming the mother.
I can’t malign length
with her eyes watching me.
I shan’t find my strength
with my lies crushing me.
I write to stay sane
when I go to repress…
“Poetry priest when I can’t confess.”
When NIGHT SILENCE falls…
When I am restrained…
When FRIGHT VIOLENCE calls…
When I’m all that remains…
When I am restricted
although it betrays me…
“I am conflicted when poetry saves me.”
Written by Jason Wright
July 29, 2018