I wrote this poem a while ago for the best class I have ever been in. This was the poem that gave me the courage to write and the courage to share my writing with not only the people in the room but also everyone outside. I read this poem and the room went quiet. Enjoy.
She chokes
Her voice
tearing
Up her throat with rough, sharp claws
as it struggles to reach the air
She screams
cries
Gasping
Reaches for oxygen
Reaches for meaning
Too many metaphors to sift through
Like sand
but her life is no beach
On the outside she sings
Beautifully
Her voice dances around the room
Her face
Crushed with passion
or pain?
A single tear creates a solemn path down her face
“It is so touching”
declares a woman in the audience,
peering down from her distant high,
“when art controls the artist.”
peering down with her frozen eyes
As if she knows what art is
