there are 38 notes in my phone
that i consider poems.
none of those have been written lately.
between life and the desire to pause it for a bit,
i have not done much writing.
but i have thought of poems.
from the songs i hear and the ideas they spark in me to the mandatory reading of
romeo & juliet in class,
i did not ditch poetry.
because i still see the beauty in things.
a man holds the door for a stranger at the grocery store.
i wonder where birds go during thunderstorms.
she turns the lights off and sits in her room in darkness, and not because she's sad; she's thinking, and she does so better without the light.
books pile up on my shelf, as they have now become a chore and not a hobby; i want to change that back soon.
i don't know.
but the poems are still there.
i promise.
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restless: a poetry collection
Poetrythe thing about waiting for the rain to stop is that you don't know that it will. you could wait and wait and it could just rain and rain. sometimes, if you wait long enough, the rain will stop and the sun will shine. but sometimes the drizzle turns...
