my poetry feels like my house
it's not always good
it doesn't feel safe all the time
sometimes it's cozy
but there's a lot of screaming
a lot of fights
it feels like a therapy session most of the time too
people come and go
some have lasted longer
others less
i don't like them all
and i wish i could leave most of the time
just stop hurting
but i keep going
we moved a lot
sixteen times
five different cities
three states
and i changed along the way too
as did my writing
i met new people
left some behind
changed some of my views
it got worse some times
others it got better
things never stay the same
sometimes i cry
and others i laugh
and we just move on
get older
learn some important things
others not so much
go to another reality once in a while
come back
sometimes it's hard to keep going
writer's block
big fights
but i still try
step over the rocks along the way
it's not the best
but it's still home
and it's still poetry
and it's still mine
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
Poésiethe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
