The Sunlight Poured In

Tears spilled over
Anxiety racked my throat
my breaths coming
in high racing gulps

"I can't stop. I can't stop."
were my thoughts.

You Are a Book

You are a book
someone may take off the shelf.

Know that if
you are taken down and perused,
If your pages are touched
and a finger traces your letters with care,
each page tenderly turned,
eyes glued to each word,
if you are brought close to them
so they can drink in your scent deeply,
and you change them,
and even if they, with love,
appreciate your story with sighs,
they may always, still,
when done,
place you right back on the shelf.


You are s t i l l a beautiful story.


-aq/lesnspired


☄PoetryOutLoud

Burdensome

You need not worry.
Yes, I can walk away.
You will not be bothered.
There is nothing you need say.

When I look at your face
and find emptiness on that day,
I will absolutely turn
and quickly walk away.