Will You Hold Me? — Poem with explanation

I love you,

but do you love me?

Do you feel the world stop when you look at me?

Does your heart beat like a thousand bass drums

every time your gaze falls upon me?

Because every time you walk past me;

my heart yearns and I feel an ache.

And all I want is to be tucked in safe in your strong arms.

You told me that you liked the plump curve of my lips when I smiled.

You said you needed me every time distance stole me from your embrace.

So will you hold me?

When I need you?

Because I’m scared.

And I so desperately want your sweet whispers in my ears reminding me; “I’m still here.”

Because I’m scared; that you’d lie and that you were selfish.

Because you fell in love with the comfort I gave you.

You didn’t really love me.

You wanted me but wanting was never really a necessity.

What do you know about necessity?

Do you know I desire you so desperately.

As if you were the very air I breathed.

As if like Helios and his chariot you dragged the sun out into my world

and without that light no life would flourish.

So will you hold me?

Lest the blood pumping through my veins run dry.

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Explanation:

I wrote this poem in the perspective of a person deeply in love. The mood of the poem has an uncertainty to it. The main character is sort of questioning if their partner feels the same way about them; they are looking for reassurance. At the same time the main character is elaborating on their feelings for their partner and how they feel as if they need their partners affection. The inspiration for this poem was “needing reassurance”. I wrote this poem to portray how every so often people need to be told that they are loved.

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Its Dark In Here – Free Choice Writing

I looked around me and it was all a blurred haze. Everything happened so fast. I knelt inside the dark cavern I was put in. My hands were tied up behind me. My wrists burned with every movement because of the rope binding me. The tall black walls of the cave looked daunting. They looked as if they would swallow me whole. As if they would eradicate any evidence of my being. Erase me from existence. My breath came out fast and shallow. It was hard to breathe now. I was beginning to suffocate! My mind raced and my heart pounded like a demon trying desperately to break open from his cage.

“What am I doing here!” I thought to myself. Sweat formed on the palms of my hands. I began to struggle and thrash. All I saw around me was the cave and I felt that if I kept my eyes open any longer; the sight would sniff out any light left inside my dying heart. It would steal any semblance of my sanity. I realized struggling was no use but I knew I had to leave. I had to get out. I had to get out!

“Help!”, I tried to shout but I couldn’t get myself to make a sound. I tried to swallow but I wasn’t able to. There was no moisture in my mouth. My throat was dry and I realized that tears lay on the ground. My cheeks were wet and my eyes were tired. Never in my life had I felt so afraid and it left me numb down to my very core. I didn’t feel now, I couldn’t feel anymore.

Realization began to dawn upon me and I began to think; this could be forever, and I might have to do this forever.

But somewhere inside the deepest parts of my heart, somewhere within kept so desperately hidden; I knew, that this was all in my head. And I was scared; terrified of myself. I felt a feeling of doom; a feeling of dread.

“What’s it like?” you ask.

This is what it’s like to be stuck inside your own head. To be kept a prisoner guarded by the demons I created myself.

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T for Tired -April free choice-

I’m tired,

but rest is no refuge

because I’m tired of that very refuge.

I’m tired of resting and telling myself that today i’ll rest and tomorrow i’ll do better

because tomorrow I will be the very same.

So I decided to change;

let my desires free, untamed,

be who I chose to portray.

Because one day i’ll be wide awake,

wondering how it all went away.

and on that very day,

I want to smile and say;

It was worth it every single second and every single one of my days.

Explanation:

When I was writing this poem the contents of it were something that just came to me. When writing this I felt frustrated with  myself and you can feel the frustration portrayed in the many words of my poem. I have always focused on self growth and in continually bettering myself so I can be the best person possible and when I am unable to do so it makes me feel sort of incompetent. Nevertheless, I have always looked onto the bright side of things, which is very important and one should always try to do so regardless of their situation because things will always get better; this message is something that I tried to portray throughout my poem and it is something I try to think about often when things look bleak.

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