Mahogany Rain.

by Poet on the Piano   Aug 17, 2018


I feel most at home
when it's raining
and I can hear the
heartbeat of each
drop.

My anxieties thunder
against
tree trunks that
nature has condemned.
I scratch my skin
like it's bark that
others lean upon
for support.

Everyone rushes
on the interstate -
rabid blinkers,
exasperated wheels

fury
overtakes the streets

and I watch it all
from a place no one can see.

I'm invincible
but also invisible.
I know I exist,
yet a part of me dissolves
when I hit the earth.

My name doesn't fit,
my body screams to be
freed
and I want to stop
living in a world where
everyone expects
me to shelter them.

I want to be a storm -
unapologetic,
one you could never name
no matter how furious
I become.

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  • 3 weeks ago

    by DarkLight

    Sweeeeeeeeeet. Congrats on the win.

  • 3 weeks ago

    by gumshuda

    Judging comment:

    I happened to read this piece at a moment when I was feeling something very similar and connected to your poem very well. The feeling you explored in the words you used were very sensitive in a way that I caught them. This piece was a perfect description of what my morning dream made me feel, and I love it for making me feel not like the only one. :)

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Maple Tree

    I'm speechless with this poem.

    Its breathtaking within each line,
    filled with emotion to be the person
    you want to become, to find your true soul
    and yet society makes you crouch into a corner
    questioning your thoughts, fears and struggles.

    MA, touched me this week!

  • 4 weeks ago

    by Meena Krish

    I like the mystery and I like the voice that gave me as a reader
    to see many things and qualities into it. Its written with so much
    held inside which is waiting to be freed...excellent!

    Congrats on the Win :)

  • 4 weeks ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    This poem had multiple meanings to me. It's interesting trying to figure out what the writers intentions actually are when writing a poem. I felt like you were feeling the comfort of the storm, yet you were the storm all at the same time. Then I saw a connection between the storm and anxiety - like a metaphor was made here. Then you made me think of hurricanes and how they get their names. Lots of thoughts and interpretations here... kind of allows the mind to wander quite a bit which I love.

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