I’m often scared to share things the poetry I have written. Largely due to the fact that, for me, they have the tendency to be personal. And there is a fear of rejection, judgment, and misunderstanding that comes along with that when you write something along that line. I’ve been trying to get over that fear, so here is something that I wrote several months ago. Hope you enjoy and don’t be afraid to let me know what you think either in the comments below or directly.
Suffocate
You let yourself
suffocate
on the weight
of your world.
Heels dug in the ground.
Gravity pushing you down,
down,
down.
Heavy.
Back breaks;
hard to breathe.
“Reach out,”
I want to scream.
Cavernous,
Empty.
This grave you dug
has swallowed you whole.
Every whisper,
doubt, pain
echoes
“You’re not good enough.”
One voice,
two voice,
my voice?
Quick way
to end the pain.
Let me smother you
with my shame.
Suffocate.
Release the noose
from my own neck.
Inhale,
Exhale.
Reach out,
Leave.
Amy Hardesty 