They come in all shapes and sizes.
Just an idea or a thought - brought about by experiences or advises.

Some - like me - do not have an endless supply of ideas or a muse.
After all, we don't all have someone to look in the eye, glance into their soul and pick out something that into our poem we could infuse.

I’m not entirely sure
If I should thank you
For all the hurt

Because these emotions
Fuel the fire inside me
No one else can

And I gather the words
Just to turn them into
Beautiful poetry

So, thank you
For the pain
For the loss
And for all the things
You never meant to do.

What were told we are
We are not

Take time today
To write a different script

Say I love you
To your inner child

Smile at the heavens
And say Thank You

I loved a poem I read today, the next one not so well, eyes stuck as I kept on reading for hours, one told of love, as the other about hate, another spoke of suicide the next their life was great.
Writing is so powerful, it speaks about our life. Be it good or bad or sad or happy, writing sets you free, freedom to express freedom to speak without being interrupted, freedom to be real or to pretend, writing is simply expressing yourself of how you are or long to be .
© kimmied 1105