This is what I am meant to do
I'm an author, through and through
There has never been a doubt
Through every darkened cloud
They wanted to hide from me my purpose
They wanted me to become ever wordless
I can see that they tried their damnedest
In the end, all of the effort proved worthless
All of my words generate from a sickness
Through the trauma and the trouble, expression will fix it
Perhaps then, I'll be able to sleep again
I'll be able to call my mind a dear old friend.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
Poetry{ONGOING} Poetry from the mending mind ❝I am soft again, there is water and it surrounds me, there is feeling and I can feel it, I am awake and alive and swollen and heavy with love, I am changing and I am loving change.❞ © AVA
