Today I grieve the loss of an old friend.
She knew how to spin pretty words from
Raw emotions and weave them into worlds.
Today I grieve the loss of myself.
In the process of growing I’ve discovered that
A life without poetry is a life truly miserable.
I have not been able to lift up a pen
And write to my heart’s content.
I have lost the magic since I met
A man who crushed me with his mere existence.
A power once lost cannot return so soon.
It is my biggest fear yet —
I do not know when I will be able to write again.
Dec 13, 2022
Dec 13, 2022 at 1:44 AM UTC
Today I grieve the loss of an old friend.
She knew how to spin pretty words from
Raw emotions and weave them into worlds.
Today I grieve the loss of myself.
In the process of growing I’ve discovered that
A life without poetry is a life truly miserable.
I have not been able to lift up a pen
And write to my heart’s content.
I have lost the magic since I met
A man who crushed me with his mere existence.
A power once lost cannot return so soon.
It is my biggest fear yet —
I do not know when I will be able to write again.
