Let's start this off write!! Haha! Write... Get it?
Okay that was stupid but...
As soon as I could open my eyes to see,
Some strange voice spoke unto me,
It spoke in a tone of melancholy,
Yet it sang such a beautiful melody,
It whispered my name, soft and gently,
Then I saw the world a little differently,
I opened my mouth, singing with glee,
Our voices entwined, causing all doubt to flee,
With all of six words, my soul was set free,
This stranger looked over, smiling peacefully,
And vanished, causing me to go weak in the knee,
Yet before I could show my sensitivity,
The six words flew back, once sang so sensuously,
A smile crosses my face, as I remember quite happily,
The words sang for me, 'You were made to write poetry.'
Just a preview! Open this digital book to find more!
People say it will get better.
But to be fair, most of them never were in your place. They say you will get happy again, but how can they know?
I've struggled with trauma, mental illnesses, and self harm for many years. These are (mostly) poems - about me and my journey of getting better.
! As this is about self harm and other previously mentioned topics, it might be triggering. I don't glorify it in any way, though.
I'm also not a native English speaker. If you find any mistakes, please tell me so I can improve.