inspiration tuesday #4

I’ve been into reading poetry (and yes, also writing poetry, and no, I am not gonna share it) since I was like 13. Back then I got obsessed with tumblr, reblogging and liking all the arrangements of letters that made my heart do backflips. Years later I have 1,125 posts in my favorites. 90% of those are poetry. And also a few months ago I stumbled upn Madisen Kuhn’s tumblr and read her poetry – only to realize that a huge ass massive part of all my favorite poems are written by her. What a queen.

Here’s one of my favorites she wrote:

„i don’t want to be someone who writes in pencil
and eats too slowly and walks with eyes that
are glued to the sidewalk and tops of strangers’ feet

i’ve been underwater for so long that
i’ve forgotten lungs are meant
to be filled with air; exhaling seems
more like something found
on the second star to the right, rather
than a process that is meant to be
done twenty-three thousand times a day

i feel like an old woman who
looks in the mirror and all she can see
are wrinkles and white hair and tired eyes and
the absence of who she used to be

but i am not someone who turns away
from sunsets and pretends
that darkness is all i’ve ever known;
someone who thinks
the sun will never rise again

because the sun will rise again–
the words hiding inside of me will
find their way out, because
i cannot hold my breath forever

i am not someone who writes in pencil
and erases the bits that are too
honest and too imperfect and too real
to claim as thoughts of my own

i cannot keep my lips pursed and
hands tied behind my back,
i cannot keep pretending i am
a shadow of who i used to be

my tomorrows hold suns much
brighter than ones that have risen
over horizons of my past;
i have not reached the summit yet

there is so much more me
for me to become

each day, i am new.“

madisen kuhn, i am not a shadow

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