From the four walled room you built for yourself,
Each day you write a new part of your story,
Penning down all of it,
Your sorrow and agony.
Sometimes,
You need to get out of your little room and explore,
Creat moments which you wish would never fade away.
Because, a day is bound to come,
When the pen you write with would no more keep you company,
Then you will realize,
You could not write down the most vital part of your story.
The precious memories!
YOU ARE READING
Recovery
PoetryHealing myself is what for I write, Hoping to see someday the path bright, Each time raising my expectations to great summits Just to let you know how much optimism it brings. ************************************ Feel free to share your views and op...
