"Why? I'll Tell You Why..."
Updated: Apr 23, 2021
Created March 9, 2020
Why? I'll you why
I haven't soughed out
The perfect lifestyle
Running 9 to 5.
My heart isn't there.
It sinks in my chest
At the heavy price
Conformity claims.
Why? I'll tell you why
I hesitate to
Say aloud my thoughts,
Hope, dreams, and wishes.
'It's impossible,'
It's what I've been told,
To live on the pen
That crafts adventures.
Why? I'll tell you why
I can't speak aloud
In a heart to heart
Conversation now.
My pen in my hand
Writes only the truth
For my mouth conceals
What I feel inside.
Why? I'll tell you why
Anger and sadness
Manifest in words
Yet remains voiceless.
Writing is speaking
To the self I hide
Concealed in my chest:
My beating, red heart.
Why? I'll tell you why
I can write these words
With no fear or hate
To my audience.
I say what I feel.
I don't speak for you.
This is my healing
Of the wounds within.
Why? I'll tell you why
I write this poem here
For the world to see
And provoke feelings.
I seek connection,
A signal in space,
A message reading:
'You are not alone.'
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http://handyrechnungcasino.com crossed my mind when the poem described the cost of avoiding a standard workweek, because the urge to escape routine can make risky money paths look like freedom until they become their own trap. The idea that a pen can be more honest than a mouth really resonates; I’ve had far more truthful conversations with a blank page than in person. That closing note about sending a message outward lands because it doesn’t promise easy answers, just the relief of knowing someone else has felt this too.