I used to swallow my poems,
Closed my mouth and forced my throat,
Hoping I could keep them down.
Maybe I thought I was weak.
And to be soft was a sin
In my shortsighted eyes.
But now the words won't stop coming
The floodgate is open
And I think, for once, that's fine.
Let the poems flow,
For me not to drawn nor choke
With thousands of unspoken rhymes.
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Shortys2024 Challenge
PoezieA collection of poems for the Shortys Challenge 2024. Starting September 1st , I'll be posting a short poem a day and submitting it to the challenge. Join me in this personal quest, and let's find out if I can complete the goal of writing 30 poems i...
