Sometimes I
sometimes I forget
sometimes I fall into a state of neglect
disregarding the power in my speech
sometimes I grow selfish to sharing
sometimes allocating progression becomes a pain
because sometimes I fail to remember
that my words carry strength in each one of their letters
so I tuck away secrets instead of secreting
because sometimes
sometimes I feel my verses dont amount to much
so I clutch to the syllables of my syllabus
each metaphor hidden within the grips of my fingertips
refusing to allow sentences to form on the foundation of my lips
because sometimes I forget
I forget that my stories might need to be heard
that every word could possibly be the bandage to anothers heartache
I mistake my abilities for a random woman scribbling upon a sheet
and I discreetly hide my insecurities within unfinished thoughts
so that the madness of my mind can never truly be caught
sometimes I frown at every writing utensil that I see
sometimes I hate paper for being so ready
for me to leak blots of ink onto the stretches of it blue lines
sometimes
sometimes I just write and write without any concept of conclusion
so the verbs bounce around from beginning to end
refusing to silence or stop
see the truth is
I get caught up in the examination of self
so I script out words
like they're the prescription needed to soothe my mental health
in hopes that each formation
will bring me closer to a better understanding of me
and sometimes I think that others may see my display of poetry
but look right past the importance of my composition
so I find myself repositioning my position
nestling within the allies of forgotten rhymes
where tempos only create partial designs
that become to hard to understand
sometimes I forget that life bleeds
from every permanent contour of my hand
sometimes it slips me that my tears can be heard
through the vibrations of pencil tips and ink drips
that weep my sorrows on to the pages of tenderness
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poem by Samantha Campbell
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