Writing like old times....

Poetry used to be my outlet, along with playing the clarinet.
I have given up both. But now it is time to try to slip into those comfy worn in shoes and see where they will take me...

Censoring your thoughts
Don't say them aloud here.
Biting your tongue until
Your voice is lost in fear.

Loving your life
But losing yourself
Feeling like a forgotten wife,
A forgotten shadow of what once was.

That beauty that once shown
Feels like a speck of dust
Floating in the wind of lost bemoans
And grumbling in your heart.

Trying to crack open that shell
To find a way to get a new mold
To find a way out of this hell
To find a new way to feel like yourself.

Even if it is someone new
To feel comfortable and confident
To stop feeling blue.
To love yourself and maybe feel loved too.

That is what I am working on trying to do.