CALL ME BELOVED

I cannot stand silence anymore,
because it’s in the stillness
that the rush of thought becomes
a deafening roar. I crowd it out
with good intentions and folky
guitar and warbling singers –
replacing that hole within
with the desperate ache to
make something just as beautiful.

this poetry is my therapy,
cartharsis through cementing
my worst thoughts and fears –
a written account of my sadness
and my longing. my family
says I’ve grown quiet and grim,
but on the inside I’m wailing,
singing piercing notes that
resonate within my inner corridors.