Polluted Confessions Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

My daydreams spill out onto my page
The clean lines become polluted with lead

This thing
It grows
Grows
Grows
Steadily
I try to stop it

My daydreams spill out of my mouth
Into the dirty air
Clouding up the skies
Clouding up the clouds

My words are lost in a sea of paper
In the myriad of conversations

You do not hear them
See them
Notice them

All’s well that end’s well

I jump off the tightrope to land
Softly
Hard
Onto a cement pillow

It bounces up
Down
Down
Down
Into the ground before rising
Up
Up
Up
To throw me back onto the tightrope

Should I try again?
Pen a different dream
Sing a different song

Or
Should I erase all confessions
Swallow back the truth
I sit and laugh
Inner monologue my way through this
Swallow
Pen
Swallow
Pen

I’ll write and you will never guess
You will read the words and say
“Great. I liked it.”
Then you will think
Think
Think

I’m not sure what you will think
Think
Think
Only that you will not reveal
Your daydreams
Your words
Your pollution