Once upon a time, I had an addiction to Facebook. I can remember my college days when I had papers to write, and I would click on Facebook to check my notifications. I’d close out the tab, but 5 minutes later, I would find myself opening up another tab to Facebook, knowing good and well that I had no new notifications in the last 3 minutes.
Anyway, I have since overcome that addiction–I check my Facebook like once every few weeks (yay for me). I decided to stalk my good ol’ profile and see what goodies I could come up with. I used to write notes all the time–mainly poetry–so I thought it would be nice to share one of my decent ones with you all 🙂
And allow these words to flow from pen to paper
Like Mary’s oil poured over Jesus’ feet
Refreshing and sweet smelling
The perfume scenting the room holding my mind’s hidden treasures
And since I’m the master of this piece
This masterpiece will bring its master peace
And as you read
The words will light your way
Guiding your step til you find the door
Holding the pieces of my life, my heart, my essence..ME.
The good times, bad times,
“Best I ever had” times
But take your time
‘Cause this time it’s on no one else’s terms or time
So you can learn about my great days, sad days,
Usher’s you got it bad days
That ushered in the waves of violent motions
Tossing me back and forth
I thought I could keep it together
Thought I could keep my problems in a world apart
But failed as they tried to tear me apart
And so, I wrote…
I wrote til my heart’s past wounds ripped open
And bled my story onto each line
Wrote til tears splashed and formed each punctuation mark
Mirroring these punctuated marks left on my heart’s walls
From ancient hieroglyphics of past wounds etched deep
To modern script resting on the surface for all to see
And so I decided to take my tools of excavation
So I could take these writings and change their location
Uproot them from my heart’s walls,
No longer harboring the past’s burdens
In order to display them in my own personal museum
So I will continue to write
And use it as my therapy
To help me lift my soul higher without the use of weed…
And write I shall..
Will you just hear?
Or will you listen?