Don’t ever let someone make you feel like you don’t have a voice or that your voice has no weight. Be heard. Be yourself and be heard.
I love you guys.
Poetry by Leanne Rebecca Ortbals
I hit repeat on the same song 9 times while working on this post last night. Every play hit me harder than the last, a compounding obsession culminated in the fact that I’m talking about it right now. Maybe it means something and maybe it doesn’t. All I know is that today is Friday.
Sometimes I talk about the days of the week because I don’t know what else to say but most of the time I talk about the days of the week because their existence seems just as important as anything else. Wow, it’s Friday. Find a song you love and listen to it 9 times in a row.
Today’s poem is inspired by the Twenty One Pilots song with the same title, “Trees.” Their version forces me to reflect on the exact emotions I fight to hide from contemplation, but in that reflection I find the purpose to write my own verse and expel the words that imprison my confidence.
…and if you can figure out what that means, you win 10 points!
Check back every Saturday for a new poem named after a Twenty One Pilots track and as always, check out their music below!
Per my usual Saturday series, tonight’s poem uses the title of a twenty one pilots song. Check out my past TOP titled posts Implicit Demand for Proof and The Run and Go and tune in again next week for post #4 in the series. As always, don’t forget to check out twenty one pilots’ version of Air Catcher below.
I rarely talk about the meaning of my poetry because I don’t like to sway interpretations or influence the experience of reading the poem, but I will say that this poem stings a little today.