Ripped Thoughts

[Carerun]

I am sharing a poem I had written back in 2011

Ripped Thoughts

They are formed words on paper

For if it is written down it feels safer.

From that hemispheric place in the mind

To that white space between two lines.


All the emotions begin to pour out;

Sadness, joy, fear and anger, the soul shouts.

In quest for truth they seem so meaningful

As though they give some conscious pull.


Seeing those words flash before my eyes,

They seem to be a demolition of the will to hide.

The very act of each page torn to shreds;

Does not bring anything but solemn dread.


No joy nor reprieval, simply a solemn sense of duty;

Noone will see the pain that so long engulfed me.

Wishing for the past to be ripped to shards

Still afraid that someone, somewhere can see the discards.