the twenties
Inspired by a Bellah Mae song
Thank God you were
a part of my twenties
The woman that thought all
she needed was ‘plenty’
Shopping, for relief
Scared of it
getting taken away
Sparks of heart, tempted
It will start to feel (more) OK
To be here and present
To feel this
On account of the possibility
of turning interrupted’s page
Empty, ‘something’ - addled,
Not knowing what to itch for
Here is the gritted teeth portion, called Stay
You were a part of my twenties
Not you, but what you represent
The drum beat looped
That I can’t ignore
Whiplash from the fire
and the venti
Cycling vents
Distraction, never nourishes
that stage
Ricochet, neutralising
the craving for plenty
‘Greedily’ turning forward
Palm placed on my chest
Beating out society’s insane
Heartbeat marks pages
of purity
My voice, this name
And, as I wriggled,
Freeing, from thawed-out skin
You wake up in obscurity
Jerks, that were never sins
Touching into the power, mine
Muffled by the cycling din
Shifting from the dialogue
Opening up
and slamming it
The who that was always within
Giving this voice a stage
Who becomes whoever, whatever
Wherever, for the you, me, at every stage
I shedded me, to accept you
The battery, and their life force, needing to disengage
Shifting, uncomfortable
Tomorrows will be new firecrackers
and stepping in
Open my mouth and justs of empty
Unifying, the plenty
Teams gathering
We were told we’d never be our own stage
But, ours, was every one
you never put me on
On account of my (justified) rage
Was thinking about shopping for clothes, or searching for something, anything to ‘fix’ me, to start with. The quest for daily dopamine and to feel soothed, if only temporarily.
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