I know you're scared—
You're scared to write.
But I know that you're missing yourself tonight.
So just for this moment,
Forget everything you've learned.
Forget all your missing fragments.
Forget that you were ever burnt.
And just write.
Remember that night,
Where you almost lost it?
You took pen, papers, words, and you learned how to fight.
'Till this day you are still so in love with it.
You lost yourself in this busy world,
But you found yourself in the flow of words.
Never let go of who you are,
Never let go of something that loves you even with all your scars.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
I know you're scared—
You're scared to write.
But I know that you're missing yourself tonight.
So just for this moment,
Forget everything you've learned.
Forget all your missing fragments.
Forget that you were ever burnt.
And just write.
Remember that night,
Where you almost lost it?
You took pen, papers, words, and you learned how to fight.
'Till this day you are still so in love with it.
You lost yourself in this busy world,
But you found yourself in the flow of words.
Never let go of who you are,
Never let go of something that loves you even with all your scars.
My first poem about how words saved me—how it loves me endlessly and how I love it right back.
