I miss the words I left behind
Archived in old books
If I had given it a thought
I would have hung them in the cloud
Rather than be discarded with obsolete things

Sometimes I miss how easy it was taking milk,
As the struggles of chewing meat amount.
But now my teeth are as strong as steel and as sharp as razors,
That I can bite through bones.

They say a poem paints a picture📸 It's like every word it's a brush stroke visualizing the unseen.
I like poetry because there's no room to hide but the truth. It dissolves barriers and brings forth what lies in the deep.
Its tenderness & playfulness allows vulnerability to pour out. And provides comfort to let go without judgment.

In this world it's a must to put on a tough skin. We even cage our hearts behind steel bars. But once in a while we reveal ourselves through words of poetry.  Every poem shares a glimpse of who we are🌘
For as a man thinketh in his heart so is he.