A friend asked how I was doing
and if I had made some progress.
Progress?
You mean,
not listening to that playlist for a while?
You mean,
not writing down these pensive thoughts
in my journal for a while?
You mean,
not watching a heartbreaking series
to release these pent up emotions for a while?
You mean,
not shouting my heart out singing for a while?
You mean,
not strumming hard my guitar
until my fingers bled for a while?
You mean,
not banging my hands on the keys of my piano while playing it?
You mean,
not shutting my doors when I am going through
an existential vacuum?
You mean,
not staring at nowhere
because I can't seem to see the point of living?
If that's considered a progress,
then yes,
I have made some progress.
It might be small steps,
yet it's a big progress for me.
- Bleed.On.Paper
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Words I Never Got To Say
PoetryThis narrative delves into the complex interplay of emotions in different facets of life. It could serve as a venue where one can share moments that resonate with them. This book is specifically crafted for readers undergoing internal chaos and thos...
