On a blank canvas like this, I imagine words Some wild but others peaceful Some sweet but others bitter Yet stand as one in perfect harmony To form a whole far greater than I can ever imagine
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.
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.
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