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Fractured
What if I died
and nobody knew...
...knew that I had this other life,
these virtual night-time friends...
What if nobody
that I can look in the eye
ever really knows this layer of me,
the depths I reveal
one verse at a time...
I am fractured...
Living one life of daily work,
marriage and motherhood,
joys and responsibilities;
not without depth,
and yet -
it is a life of prose.
And this other life...
where emotion is not a liability
and I can rest in my instability,
lay naked on the page -
unashamed pure soul,
unburdened by expectations
or roles to play;
this life where poets
have embraced my broken and brave.
What if I never find a way,
never learn to marry these lives
and live fully out loud,
unified...
Will it matter in the end?
Will I even have fully lived?
and nobody knew...
...knew that I had this other life,
these virtual night-time friends...
What if nobody
that I can look in the eye
ever really knows this layer of me,
the depths I reveal
one verse at a time...
I am fractured...
Living one life of daily work,
marriage and motherhood,
joys and responsibilities;
not without depth,
and yet -
it is a life of prose.
And this other life...
where emotion is not a liability
and I can rest in my instability,
lay naked on the page -
unashamed pure soul,
unburdened by expectations
or roles to play;
this life where poets
have embraced my broken and brave.
What if I never find a way,
never learn to marry these lives
and live fully out loud,
unified...
Will it matter in the end?
Will I even have fully lived?
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