I Ate My Pain And Smithed Them Into Words

Lost and found, back and forth, cried and smiled, fell and rose; sentimentally, things turn around in a merry-go-round full of life problems with ill-derived pain and heartbreak that are hard to deal with. Indeed harrowing and soul-wrenching.

What and what if...

We stitch those parchments of broken pages together, we crochet those leftover yarns, and we refined the puzzles creased and torn into better frames. They still look sad, but they hold the dearest values that were once close and warm.

If you're seeing this, welcome to indulge yourself in my world of poetry.

I am a poet. I am a wordsmith. Let me tell your stories that you find no brevity to let the words loose from your lips fastened.