this is my private diary left unlocked,
this is my journal out the drawers laid down for you,
and these are the poems that make up my heart,
broken, fixed, always amused,
and i am a fighter,
never been anything remotely close to a disbeliever,
to those who hurt and to those who wanted me out of my head,
understand that you now live an ugly truth to the eyes that these pages will read,
and i will live an honest writer,
a better me,
and truly i have never felt more free,
so dear reader be careful with my secrets,
take care of my negatives,
but at the end of every road filled with thorns,
is a road full of the bushes with roses that once created them,
maybe during this books course i searched for a desperate cloud 9,
but today i'm still afloat and no one can hurt not even with a bat of an eye,
this has been your opener, a warning,
some of these poems were angry and filled with dread,
but now they're a sign of what i can be when i never misled.
YOU ARE READING
Call it Cloud 9
PoetryGrowth, Healing and Love. The three ingredients that complete the process of becoming an adult. Thats what this is all about ♡
