Trip to the Balcony

By Zyir Henderson

Trip to the Balcony is about a lot of my time in high school, mainly senior year, and everything else after that. I unknowingly write about my friends in certain poems and their life experiences, or I give my reflection on how I would have felt in that situation. But majority of the poems are about me coping and expressing my issues that I have had. Most of these poems are at least two years old, and I personally feel that you can kind of see my writing style change throughout the time of me writing these poems in my notes app.

This book and all the poems show and describe my way of coping and dealing with constant changes in life. To me personally, the book is all over the place, but there are also poems that connect with each other, and they tell a bigger story in whole. Some poems tell stories of different relationships/friendships that I have seen or have had myself. But each has a unique way of pushing its way through my life. I try to convey that through each poem that talks and deals with that topic.

Writing this book has showed me that I sometimes do not understand myself, so I write about it and reflect on it later. When I reread some of them, I realize that they were about things at the time I was too scared to talk about, so I hid it away in the poem, even hiding it away from myself. Each poem is just a glimpse into a problem, dream, friendship, or past feeling that I have had. I hope anyone can relate in any way to a poem that I have written because the problems are not all personal or just to me and my life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9781638740094

Book preview

Likely

It’s likely to hurt

 to misunderstand

wanting to misjudge

pray your hopes are right

 but crave to be proved wrong

just for the power

the hungry power of I knew it

i can trust myself

 but I can’t trust the feelings

they’re right frequently

 it’s likely they were tortured

brought up to this immunity of false hope

it’s likely

they’ve given themselves so much

independence

 they refuse to help

likely enough

they hurt

hurt really bad

 a lot

it’s better for them to hide, keep in silence.

speaking is their burden

it’s likely

so likely

they hate themselves

Fuchsia

There’s this inner rage I’ve met

She’s polite

quiet

quite condescending

she means harm

only to those who deserve

it was the night everything seemed

 hopeless

but she brought me to light

this beautiful light to a new haven

scream her name

she is the one we trust

scream her name

 fuchsia

Our Purple Lights

 Flickering

It was flashing

Quickly

My body is thrashing

Begging

For a new art lastly

Dancing

 To our purple lights flashing

Skipping

Every single beat

Kissing

Conjoined our hearts

That’s all in me

Trashing

The back of the taxi

 Knew your

Lights stopped flashing

Kicking

 My heart in

All the pain starts attacking

Flashing

 Our purple lights out the window

When I turned them off

 I felt the world