I thought I needed to know,
Know the story,
Know the lines,
Know the world,
Know the times.
Know the people,
Know the bonds,
Know the stories,
Know the songs.
Before I put pen to paper,
Before I decided to wager,
Before it would be safe,
To put my heart and brain on paper.
It's not safe,
It's not good,
Pretty or nice.
But it's what I want to make,
To he'll with the rest.
YOU ARE READING
Starting again
PoetryI gave up, a long time ago. Time has made me heavier, softer, maybe weaker. Maybe stronger, maybe smarter. I don't know. but I'm starting again.
