#12: Key to Full Circle

I find myself alone at night. 

Nothing in my view but the stars. I feel the weight just 
drop off but in my room, I sit alone sometimes thinking 
I’m too far gone. People right outside, yet I feel like I 
can’t talk to anyone. Sometimes I don’t know what to 
do, I look in the mirror only to tell myself I have to be 
strong because there is...

No room to break, no room to lose it, no room to face the 
pain, to tell myself the truth when I look in the mirror
so I let it all out in a new entry of...

Poetry

Poetry is my key for crying with no one seeing.
Poetry is my key for breaking with me keeping my
outside so beautifully woven together. Poetry is my key
to the truth, I never have the courage to say. Poetry
is my key to open up while still keeping it all on the 
inside. Poetry is my key to smiling when I can’t 
get one together on the spot.

When the words won’t come full circle. Poetry is my key 
to keep it all in, to let it out. To express myself I write a 
new entry of poetry.

Face to face with myself. 

The darkness looming over me. The hell in the back of my 
mind. I don’t want to cry, I don’t want to break in front of 
crowds then lie saying I’m tired. When in reality I’m lost 
in the pain. I don’t want to face the truth, the pain, the hell 
as it all comes full circle. I find myself once again alone in 
my room crying saying…

No room to break, no room to lose it, no room to face the 
pain, to tell myself the truth when I look in the mirror
so I let it all out in a new entry of…

Poetry

Poetry is my key for crying with no one seeing.
Poetry is my key for breaking with me keeping my
outside so beautifully woven together. Poetry is my key
to the truth, I never have the courage to say. Poetry
is my key to open up while still keeping it all on the 
inside. Poetry is my key to smiling when I can’t 
get one together on the spot.

When the words won’t come full circle. Poetry is my key 
to keep it all in, to let it out. To express myself I write a 
new entry of poetry.

My words can be a peaceful lesson or just another chapter
of my black poetry. No matter the meaning behind the words 
it’s my way to live, to break, to breathe when the words won’t 
come full circle, but a place where I can come full circle. Poetry 
is my key to let it all out, the key to keep it all in.

I come full circle in poetry.


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