When I had it, I took it for granted.
I would flip back to memories in my mind
To try and write a tragedy off of whatever
Came to mind first. But as I sit here,
I have to hold myself back from spilling
All of my thoughts on this paper.
I miss not having a reason
To be sad, a lightness in my heart
That just couldn't stop
Shining. I miss not having
Dozens and dozens of drafts clogging
My brain, documents full
Of poems open on my computer
Spilling out of me with so much
That I want to say, but never will.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Portfolio
PoetryI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.
