45 | Where I Belong

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"Where I Belong"

Writing has always been my escape.
It helps me breathe when I feel like my lungs are filled with forlorn,
it makes me feel when I'm at my numbest,
it takes away the pain
and inflicts smiles on my face
but sometimes I find myself drifting away
getting lost amidst the darkness,
I have nothing to write,
I can't even make rhymes,
I can't put words together as one,
I'm just simply lost,
and I've enjoyed darkness too much.

Nonetheless, I still find myself
holding back my pen
and when I upheld the cap that covers it,
the shiny tip serves as my little light
enough for me to find my way back,
to get back to the path that leads to a blank paper
waiting to be tainted with the words I've found along the way
and that's it
no matter how I lost I am
I always find my way back
because this is where I belong
in a table with my coffee, paper, and pen.

l.b.

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