I WISH PEOPLE WERE POETRY
I wish people were poetry,
So they would know
I, too, have a voice!
A voice! and cry,
And how much I love
The touch of words
As they’ve given me wings to fly.
I wish people were poetry,
So they can know that a poem
It is beautiful, even if it doesn’t rhyme,
And they could console me, telling
It isn’t easy to be strong all the time.
I wish people were poetry,
So they could see the beauty
Of unspoken words,
And the pain that makes them
So heavy as they’re carried, unuttered!
I wish people were pretty,
So they’d know-how
Every word is strung,
How hard does it take to
Define a word,
that you’ve never learnt.
I wish people were poetry,
So they would know that
Sharing pain could help it cure,
But they aren’t poetry,
They haven’t heard me weeping
And I’ve heard them say,
You should speak more
I wish people were poetry,
So they would sing along
With the rhyme
They would see all my tears
That I hid while crying.
I wish people were poetry,
So they would know how I embrace my
They would appreciate me
For hiding how strongly it hurts.
I wish people were poetry,
So I could adore their similarities
Beautiful as a dream,
And I won’t defy, for the first time,
That they’re how they seem!
The speaker expresses a longing for people to be like poetry, so they would truly understand and appreciate the depth of emotions and experiences conveyed through words. They yearn for recognition of their own voice and the beauty of unspoken thoughts, as well as the struggles and vulnerabilities that often go unnoticed. The speaker reflects on the challenge of articulating feelings that are difficult to express, wishing for empathy and connection through shared experiences of pain. They desire a world where people can appreciate the complexities of their emotions, see the beauty in their scars, and recognise the strength it takes to carry unspoken words. Ultimately, the speaker seeks understanding, acceptance, and the joy of being acknowledged in their emotional journey.



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