interest?
more like bruised fingers and damp pages
pen choreography crafted meticulously
in desperation to prioritise self-expression
more like prayer
manifestation
experimentation
unexpected realisation
more like serenity
the only thing that comforts me
the remedy when tachycardia makes it it hard to breathe
words written to fill the silence
to acknowledge the silence
to give my voice a chance
to be listened to, understood and empathised with
held by people who don\'t even know my name
more like notebooks and paper and napkins
ink-stained and spiralling
suffering and healing in books and documents
and the backs of my hands
my hand holding the hands of complete strangers
and that feeling perfectly safe
interest? INTEREST? no, adoration.
I LOVE POETRY.