Writer's Whispers

Unwavering addiction

I've been addicted to many things,

And I overcome them after a while...

Like squash - I would play at least 2 hours everyday after school (it drove my dad mad because I was snapping racquet strings at an alarming rate.)

And chocolates - I find it difficult to say no when the wrapper of my favourite chocolate gazes at me.

And games - yeah! I was dedicated to my games, nothing really mattered to me except charging my phone at all times so that I could quickly get on and off when I have spare time.

But I've overcome them all,

But one...

I don't think I'll ever be able to deter the power my love for poetry has over me.

I don't think I want to either.

But it's gotten bad,

I'm eating sleeping drinking poetry everyday.

I wake up to this site looking for a poem that's worthy of my heart

And I can't go to bed without having dropped two hearts or so either.

But,

Can you blame me?

Can you blame me for my addiction to metaphors?

Can you blame me for longing to read a poem that speaks volumes about how I feel?

Can you blame me for looking for beauty in words rather than the view outside?

I'm addicted to poetry

And I love it.

I read because nothing cheers me up better than an amazing declaration of love or humour-filled poem or a poem that creates a story that looks so vivid in my mind that I'm obliged to press like and repost.

Poetry can never leave me,

My fingers itch to type or to force a pen to relieve my mind,

I yearn to write because it's one of the only moments when I'm doing something constructive and something I love at the same time -

I write poems because it makes me happy, it keeps me sane, and gives my heart a sense of belonging...

I write because poetry is in my soul,

It's in my heart,

It's on my mind...

The day I hate poetry,

Is the day I've gone crazy!