Poetry

Resonance

I hear this sound from deep inside.
A few loose words, fitted with pride.
The realization with which I'd collide,
Would expand my knowledge, far and wide.

I hear this sound within my heart.
I feel loosely fitting broken parts.
A taste that's sweetless, bitter tart.
A pain that's ceaseless, piercing darts.

I hear this sound inside my gut.
A droning, constant, endless rut.
Something's off, but who or what?
For now, I'll leave my hair uncut.

I hear this sound within my soul,
But what it says, I can't control.
It merely shows to me the goal,
The role I play and the pricey toll.

A resonance within my chest.
The vibration that I could not address,
For fear of what I may express.
For fear of what it might suggest.

Inside of me, I hear an echo.
It follows me through every meadow.
I reveals to me a gorgeous fresco.
I wish I'd seen it from the get-go.

Deep within, I hear a song.
And I've learned it's been there all along.
It's stuck with me like twisted prongs,
And shook my bones like a mighty gong.

Deep within, there is this voice.
She once was drowned by all the noise.
But the second I was given the choice,
I pulled her out, and we rejoiced.