I didn't stop writing poetry. I've been going through a hard time for a while now, and I've noticed that I began to bleed every bit of myself, my story, into my poetry. Verse after verse. It's all I could write about.
The problem is that I'm not ready for people to know about that part of my life as yet. Even if you don't know me personally, sharing it would make it too real—
Too painful.
Bare with me fellow poetry lovers, I'll get myself together soon. I love you all. Thanks for the support.
P.S- Destiny