And So I Write

I am not a proper person,

Life did not deal that hand.

I walked the path of ruffians,

Of drenched desert with harsh sand.

So I write what I can,

I cannot speak these things.

My mouth welds shut,

And my ears have a resounding ring.

I cannot hear tones,

The sounds of everything overwhelm.

So I read things,

And dissolve into my own realm.

My brain rattles,

Bouncing from place to place.

But when I read and write,

I find a peaceful grace.

Writing, I understand the world,

In ways both old and new.

I wish I could fully explain,

What my writing could mean to you.

When I speak

It’s a sour note.

The volume ill-adjusted,

Each word a bitter coat.

Life did not flip the coin,

In favor that offered me the grace

To look upon a person,

And read the truth in their face.

And so I write.

I read the words from others minds,

I ease my brain into a lull.

And disappear into worlds of all kinds.

Here I can speak,

I can listen with my being.

Each word spelled, dissected.

My mind unwinding their rings.

I hear so clearly,

In the world of letters.

I speak so eloquently,

In the written, I am better.

I cannot not be what I am.

I cannot move away from my words.

The keepers of my truths,

All spelled out and unfurled.

So I beg the Universe,

On hand, knee, and bowed head.

Do not take the scrawl from me,

The magical words where I’ve fled.

Let me write until I grow brittle, 

Till my hands cramp and ache.

Let me spew my twisting cosmos,

Till even my mind breaks.

T.J. Starling

“Writer and Digital designer. I enjoy all forms of media, reading, art, writing, making people smile, and doing what I can to brighten the world just a little bit.

I just wanna kiss the world. 💋”

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