Repression

Breathing in

Sucking out

There's nothing about this place

That makes me want to shout about

Freedom

Expression

Warmth

And feeling

Every day ends staring at the ceiling,

Counting the cars I hear

Never stopping

Always going

Somewhere to be

Always doing

Something

Nothing

Keeping busy

Suffocating

Forgetting to breathe,

Feel relief

Or even remembering just what it was.

© Leonora Sophie

Noises

If its not the cars

Its the crows

Endless noises

Including my toes cracking

Ears collapsing

Where is there peace?

© Leonora Sophie

Writing

If writing is a part of me
And something that I have stopped
Then, where is the self expression I need?

It's clear there's a clot,
And a catastrophe
For this smothering of other brain
Is winding me up daily and making me feel insane.

So confusing is this battle I feel I am losing,
But with only one contender,
I have to pretend
To be stronger than I am.

The pen is my sword,
Helps me battle with the words and
Thoughts and feelings abound.

Watching the emotions as they flow -
Feelings I didn't know

Falling to the paper,

Crashing to the ground.

© Leonora Sophie