Stuck

by Megan Chapman   Jul 21, 2020


It feels like
my words are
stuck.
Caught in a tangle of emotions
I neither want to acknowledge,
nor name,
Lest their waving sticky tendrils
Pull me back in to places I’ve left behind.

Frightened to go there,
but I must.
I have much to tell,
much to resolve,
My words the very tools I need
To turn my fear around,
To shine a light into its darkness
And show myself its flimsiness
In the face of my strength,
My courage
The very beauty of my soul.

I want to share my discoveries
For others to see that light
and beauty
That is ours
Always.

© Megan Chapman

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  • 2 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I have missed your poetry, and it's good to see you back with this piece! Your phrasing here, and voice, is strong, and describes everything and anything that could possibly entail feeling "stuck". When naming our emotions and what we've gone through is confronting every fear, but knowing that sometimes it is necessary to heal and move forward. I love the concept of turning your fear around, and using what you've learned to help lift others up.

    Lovely piece, hope you are well :)

    • 1 month ago

      by Megan Chapman

      Thank you Poet on the Piano, for your kind words, and this warm welcome!
      It's lovely to be back, I'm working on some other pieces I look forward to sharing.
      I am well and doing well thanks, as I hope you are too. :)

  • 2 months ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Beautiful. Add to my favorite. Nominated. Be safe and all the very best

    • 1 month ago

      by Megan Chapman

      Thank you Dagmar! Much appreciated.
      Blessings and light

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