17 April 2025…….

The courage to hold a pen again And write down, their poetry A piece of myself that’s been beaten down, that’s bruised and broken An open scar bleeding, at the image of all the memories lost between you and a person that removed themself ,that’s alive but was taken by the fact that you were too big of a problem ! It touches your heart ,yet reveals the weakness of my soul so indirectly. You all see clouds, light shed on feelings you think you’ve experienced. My pen against paper again ,believing that poetry isn’t a gift.But an access route to make your feelings written in the most real form possible so that you feel it less, but that doesn’t happen . It’s a dream and a nightmare. Tangling the depths of your heartache, grief, happiness, sorrow It bleeds words, a story, my feelings! I write it. You love it , but l remain hurting ! I’m not a poet for these exact reasons But l tend to write down real poetry !