Written Freedom.

I wrote this poem last year in February 2011 to be entered in a contest to be published on campus. It was selected and printed.  

Written Freedom.

I write to free myself from the feelings that hurt.

I write to take away the tingles and the tears.

When I write I don’t think of the lack of cuddling.

I don’t think of the lack of butterfly and Eskimo kisses.

I forget the smell of his cologne.

I don’t remember how it felt to fall asleep in the cuddle position.

Or to wake up in his arms.

When I write I’m free.

I didn’t fall asleep in another man’s arms.

I didn’t let him kiss my neck and my breasts.

I didn’t let him hold me against the wall.

Or lay me down on the floor.

When I write, things are simpler.

There isn’t the pressure to make up my mind with what I had.

Or what I might have.

I’m not thinking about what I know I threw away.

I’m not feeling sorry for myself because it was my choice.

And now I’m alone.

They were my actions.

His kisses on my lips.

When I write I am free.