he never saw my face
but he saw me
he saw my poetry
he saw the way my brain could produce a thousand words
just by looking at a piece of paper
he never saw the way my eyebrows furrowed when i was confused
or the way my face flushed when i was embarrassed
but he saw my poetry
he saw me
YOU ARE READING
she lives
Poetryyou did it. im so proud of you. you are here because you made it, because you tried so hard. lay down, take off your shoes. you must be tired. rest. rest because this journey is not over and you have many more steps to take.
