Poemishness

Greetings. :)

Yes, poemishness is not a real word. But sometimes you have to make up a word to truly say what you're trying to say. Anyway!

This is Sylvia and I've cooked up another poem. Today I had a tougher school day, so I thought I'd write a poem to express my feelings. It doesn't rhyme at all - it's meant to convey emotion rather than stick to any rules or meter. I hope you enjoy it. Maybe some of it will ring true with you, as well! (Though I hope you have as few hard school days as possible.)

The Escape

I can’t think

My cells are dissolving into the blackness of insanity.

Math, what is math?

Interests and percents scrawl across the page

Smeary gray where my hand has brushed over them.

Literature, what is this madness?

Edgar Allen Poe, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Herman Melville

They seek to open up the vaults of gloom

With their ravens and scarlet letters and whales.

Spanish, a confusion of sounds

You are a tongue that mine cannot pronounce

No matter how hard I try.

Help

I collapse on my bed, limp

Curled into a ball of paralysis.

The world is convulsing as my thoughts scrabble uselessly

Against the pale walls of my brain.

School laughs mercilessly in the corner

And Deadline stands threatening

Waving the filled calendar back and forth in front of my face.

I drift towards the brink of emptiness

My senses swirl

Falling, tumbling, plunging down over the edge of reason.

Suddenly

A hand reaches from nowhere and clutches mine.

I float to a stop

And open my eyes. 

They stand in a group around me, warm and comforting

Arms outstretched to take me in.

I know them all.

They have been given many names by others who do not understand:

Imaginary, fake, fictional, childish.

But I know these people for who they are

And I love them

With all my heart.

Smiling, knowing, they take me into their worlds

Where I dance for joy in the rain under the sunshine.

The valleys are green there

And the stars are vast.

Trees spread for miles across the mountains

Waterfalls laugh over the jeweled rocks

And I lose myself 

In webs of song.

Soon I must return to my world

To take up again the responsibilities that have been allotted to me.

And when I do

I will conquer them with new strength

Because of the stories that I have taken part in.

They will always be there, waiting for me

Because they know

That everyone who has ever lived in this world

Has experienced the longing

For an escape.

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Have a lovely day, all!

-Sylvia