Still Listening Poem by Alyssa Lynn

I’m not an open book. I’m not a, walk around and take a look; I’m more than you will ever know. I’m more than I will ever show. So deep into thought yet out of sight….out of mind I guess or so you’d think. I can add another addition to what and hide.

Cuz you can’t handle the way, the way I think no you can’t grasp it, you just might sink. No you can’t hear these words slurred on paper a blinding vision in my mind. Nothing but faces of all the people we left behind. We told ourselves we were just fine. But I don’t want to lie no more. Like the figures in my mind.

We swallow promises that sound a lot like “I’ll never leave you” promises saying “best friends forever”. But I don’t want to be a fool anymore. I don’t want to spend my whole life waiting behind a door. I don’t want to open up my eyes and see black. I don’t want to turn on a light switch and find there’s no turning back…

I don’t want to run, or hide, I don’t want to crawl, or ask myself why. I’m growing, I’m aging, and it scares me, anticipating. I’m molding, it’s all changing. So tell me are you still listening?