In the vastness of Internet
I found myself,
In a small corner where no one thought exists.
It had my heart, my thoughts, my words scribbling on their own.
Sharing, narrating the fears and forgotten roles.
It may be in verse with rhyming and measure,
Or just a hundred word vomit with no pressure.
But whatever it is,
I wouldn't dare to run no more,
For I have found my secret home.
YOU ARE READING
Her unknown letters
PoetryIn the midst of her saddest days, she didn't cry nor asked for help, she just let her words run through her veins, and paint the poetry she longs to say. My first poetry book.
