It took me 6 years
To write my first
100 poems.
And then,
My heart broke,
And I wrote 71 poems in 8 months.
It's funny how we write
To we rip ourselves apart
And to make ourselves whole again.
The words simultaneously
Hold us together
And shred at our very souls.
I'm not writing as often any more.
I'm beginning to think
In thoughts,
And not I'm poems,
Again
Life doesn't feel like pain.
Existing doesn't seem so hard.
The poems come slower now,
The art takes its rest,
But I don't mind.
My heart is healing,
And I am content
To leave my writing be.
09/28/23
YOU ARE READING
[ p o e t r y 2]
PoetryVolume II of my life's poetry work As with my first volume, these poems contain snippets of my life and my strongest emotions. Here I have opened my soul up to be read.
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