I enjoyed the life in solidarity
I am a poet of my poems and the writer of my own story,
I grew up in a home where love is disguised as actions,
and it's funny because I never heard them say I love you once,
and it is a thing I wouldn't understand completely,
For once I became the poem and not the poet anymore,
I became a story and not the writer anymore,
the topic, the cherry on top of the cake,
the cheese on top of the baked macaroni,
the savory pizza with lots of pepperoni,
I appreciate the love I gathered and cultivated by being grateful and good,
I wonder why it is hard for me to step forward.
I never let anyone to hinder my time,
but I am used to helping whenever I can,
Then why it is hard for them to make time for me?
I enjoyed the bare minimum
because there's no such thing in my life that I will treat as special,
My heart? Oh no, it's too big for me to handle,
Let it go, let it be, it's time for me to settle.
YOU ARE READING
Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain
ŞiirA poetry of insanity •I know you're reading this for fun, but it isn't Fun at all• Highest Rank: #1 in poetry - September 2021 #2 in poetry - January 2020
