poetry entry no. 1

sometimes i constrict myself

my thoughts get so tangled

then im not sure where the root

of the tree that rose and grew out of me

is grounded

my thoughts are clouded

i survive thunderstorms daily

i couldn’t stop overthinking

if you paid me

my thoughts are powerful

they rise up all alone

taking on a figure

only my shadow knows

my thoughts are powerful

i rise up with resilience

but i am almighty

stare them in the eyes

remembering the inner child that lies

within

buried under fear

suffocated by pain

the words they cast on me

that’s not my name

i am the one

the only one

who could ever recite my story

breniah b.