(C)Bob Christian Poetry

Poetry 101

Searching deep within me,
Down where the light never dared to go
Not in the surface shine,
but the murk, the dark corners of my soul
where the echoes of forgotten selves still whisper.

I’m searching my memories
Flipping through the dust of who I used to be,
Finding pieces like old letters
folded between the pages of time,
never meant to be read again,
but here I am
reading them aloud.

Exploring, revisiting
Reliving feelings that got buried,
that got lost in the hustle,
crushed under the weight of time.
I’m recording them anew,
I’m resurrecting what was dead,
spitting it back out,
like blood on metal
red ink, sharp and raw,
burning the page with the fire of truth.

Words flow out,
like a flood that’s been waiting to drown me.
I stand here, vocalising
terrible, beautiful, brutal,
my feelings laid bare
waiting for your approval,
but knowing I don’t need it.

Head down,
leaving the stage,
it’s over now
I’ve given it my all,
laid my bones out in front of you,
like a broken mirror reflecting everything I am,
everything I was,
everything I’ll never be again.
It’s over.
But I’ve said it.
And it’s all still alive in me.