I started writing again
I sit in the sunshine
I traded in the drink for a pen
The pen is actually my smartphone
But alas that doesn’t rhyme or flow
My poetry is broken
As am I
I feel as if awoken
From a long deep slumber
One I tossed an sweated through
One much needed
Now the morning light is peeking through
Except there again my poem is lacking
I don’t even care
As I hear my bones cracking
I rise from my bed with a stretch
Shaking out the nightmares
I now forget
Crying and smiling at the same time
I know I will always remember
Those nightmares past
I know I will never forget
And yet here I am, whole
And yet lost
Staring at the morning sun
Wondering what it is
That has begun
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
I started writing again
I sit in the sunshine
I traded in the drink for a pen
The pen is actually my smartphone
But alas that doesn’t rhyme or flow
My poetry is broken
As am I
I feel as if awoken
From a long deep slumber
One I tossed an sweated through
One much needed
Now the morning light is peeking through
Except there again my poem is lacking
I don’t even care
As I hear my bones cracking
I rise from my bed with a stretch
Shaking out the nightmares
I now forget
Crying and smiling at the same time
I know I will always remember
Those nightmares past
I know I will never forget
And yet here I am, whole
And yet lost
Staring at the morning sun
Wondering what it is
That has begun
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