Last night I went to an open mic. It was my third open mic ever. There were some musical performances (that which included my wonderfully talented boyfriend) and then there were some poets doing readings. It puts me in a state of awe to see these people voice their vulnerabilities and their talents. Now, I was not a performer. I could never have the guts to do what these people do. I can just show up and respect them on an entirely different level.
With all that being said – I came home, a bit inspired and a lot exhausted. This morning when I woke up, I thought of the talent from last night and decided to write a little something myself. I suppose this is where it left me.
Finding Your Lullaby.
this is for you.
for all of you.
for those who are but are not.
for those who believe love is just a chemical reaction.
for those who are nothing but static on the mainstream radio.
for those who will never know forever.
for those who live in the highs and lows of the roller-coaster ocean breeze.
for those who hurt themselves because they’re afraid of hurting anyone else.
for those whose cries have been drowned by the summer rain.
for those who have been mistaken for God.
for those who battle a thousand soldiers themselves just to find out who they really are.
for those who are nothing but natural disasters.
for those who sink somewhere between electric blue oceans and shimmering rainbows of euphoria.
for those whose insanity makes poetry – and those whose poetry drives them insane.
for those who are weighed down by gravity.
for those who have found equilibrium in a heart that is caught in a chain reaction of passionate apathy.
for those who wait for the classroom telephone to ring their eulogy.
for those who think God is just another love song.
for those who are nothing but needle eyes and inkless words.
for those who open the windows when it’s raining, just to hear the whole world cry.
for those who leave and never return.
for those who forget it all on the ride home.
for those who love – and those who are loved.
for you.
stand up.
stand up against yourself.
and breathe.
breathe it all out.
because tonight,
no one has to bleed
to feel alive.