More Interpretations

By May 15, 2017 Poem

I used to

Write essays

 

I would describe every moment

Every experience

Just how it felt

In my way

As only I could

 

And people related

They couldn’t believe I had

Captured it

Just so

 

And now when I

Attempt

That same capture

Or rather that same

Telling

 

It feels like too much

It’s too loud

It’s mine

And it feels

Unsafe to have it out there

 

And so it feels

Untrue

Forced

Ingenuine

Not me

 

And so

Poetry

 

Fewer words

More interpretations

Because I’ve said less

And they have to fill in the blanks

 

And I like it this way

Because

They can have theirs

And i

Will

Keep

Mine

 

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