The baggage that resides within
Builds blockages in my mind,
For the only way to shatter them is to write.
Why would I ever give up?
Thoughts to quit have arose,
Periods I suffered an inspiration drought,
Only to be replenished by experience.
I've written countless times,
My style in constant flux,
For when I peer into previous pieces,
I struggle to grasp I was the author.
It started out as sentences
Reminiscent to how we speak,
Later to be prose impersonating poetry.
Upon realizing poetry knows no boundaries,
I manipulated every word,
Arranging them to how I see fit.
A true challenge would be writing
In every style I've ever explored.
YOU ARE READING
Sliver of Hope
Poetry[Poetry] Emotional poetry that cuts deep into your soul. Usually dark but with a hopeful finish. Circa 2016-2018
