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Words of the beginning

The first time I wrote a poem, I really didn't understood poetry at all. I asked my teacher to review them, and I can't even remember what they said, but it was a really harsh moment to swallow.

Since then I never wrote a poem again.

Until, the time during the confinements.

Around the year 2020, alone in my room, full of anxiety, avoiding online classes and wishing to either lose my mind, or my ability to breath at once an all... I rediscovered the art of poesy.

Writing was one of the things that helped me enormously to cope with the worst (along with prayers and meditation). I also wrote in this blog host called Medium, where I found amazing writers whose works and blogs amazingly helped me too.

It was a different community from the Wattpad I had been avoiding, and it gave me the strength to come back alive.

I didn't realized I was longing to come back, since I've read and wrote in Wattpad for years before all above happened. I created this new profile, and deleted my old one, and took this chance as a new opportunity to continue doing what I do best: loving the words, and expressing with them.

I chose some works from my time healing, and although still raw, I think that's the point of them, since I was crafting from a hurt mind.

I wanted to share them in case anyone could resonate with them.

It will take you no longer than five minutes to go through them, and you'll always be welcome to come back.

For the end, there's a playlist of songs I also used as support to craft.

Feel free to add songs that might come to your own mind as you read (there will be a secondary open playlist for that).

For now that's all I've got to say. See you at the end (in hopes you reach so far).

 See you at the end (in hopes you reach so far)

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