Done dawn

For a long time I used to write poetry as a way of dealing with my feelings in a time of darkness and despair. When I started to move past that life, my writing became less frequent too. I felt as if I could no longer reach my full potential, because the source of these poems was my negative emotion.

However I have always been eloquent, and my passion for writing has never died. Just my confidence in publishing died. Luckily, this confidence can be reignited, as has been done last week by a fellow poet.

We shared some views, some visions, some words. A poem about these commonalities sparked my passion back to life, enough to try again.