I learnt how to comment the same way I learnt how to count.
Observation came first and then I mimicked the sound.
I learnt how to write the same way I learnt how to climb... tall, unsuspecting trees.
Fell a bunch of times.
Watched the neighbours do it with ease.
Tried it the second time.
Got stung by bees.
My life on the line.
Their lives on the sting.
And Aha! That must be what writing means!
To fill your sting with all your hopes and dreams.
And sting...
Until it screams.
YOU ARE READING
Shades & Shadows
PoetryExploring the intensity of duality through poetry, life, death and everything in between.
