To whom it may concern,
I honestly don't know how to put down the exact words to describe what my heart has been feeling lately. There has been an avalanche of events in my life since I came here, putting out my poems. I may not know some of you nor some of you may know me, but may I tell you just how you've grown so close to my heart now. Ever since I've written my poems out here, all bare and raw, I've never felt this appreciated and special. You made me feel that my poems matter and so do I; isn't that the most wonderful feeling in the world - to feel that you're someone worthwhile? And thank you for letting me feel that. I've been struggling to find my place in this world, and it's all because of you that I've finally found where it is. I revealed all my flaws and my brokenness and I was terribly scared, I might get rejected, but as I opened my eyes you were there to embrace me, to accept me for who I am. Thank you so much for reminding me every day that I had to write not only for myself, but for you people who lived for my poems and if not, for you people who believe in me.
So as I came here awhile ago, putting out my last poem for this book, I can't help but feel the urge not to, but I realized that I could still say goodbye and never leave at all. This book is something I'd treasure forever, it has been my training ground, my boot camp to where I got the chance to play with words maybe until I could have a firm hold of them, but until now I still don't and I don't think I would ever be. I guess that's one reason why I'm a writer, I can't get hold of words, that's why I must let them go and as I let them go, I'm thankful that you caught them. And I wish that still you would, for our journey doesn't stop here. There's still a world of unmade books and blank pages and drifting words waiting for me so hang in there, will you? I know these words would not be enough to sum up everything you've done for me, and I know that there will always be things left unsaid. And maybe through another book, I would say those things - those things that came from the very Depth of Me.
So meet me again, my dear - somewhere in these inked pages.
All the love,
Kim
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Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poesía"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
