after years of writing
I wonder how it started
I wonder how a feeling could be described
how a description being translated into words
how words led to paragraphs
how paragraphs are made into poetry

how different poems exudes different feelings
how can poet makes rhymes and sounds
how they restrict their beautiful words into a few lines
how a small happiness can relate to anyone who reads

I was amazed, impressed, dazed and awed
Shakespeare, Lang Leav, Pablo Neruda
the swirl of emotions, the slap on the face
a silent community; a place where your inner voice speaks
charmingly, a poet’s story lies beneath her poetry
poetically, they’ll take you to your deepest thoughts
making you nod in agreement

how it started; how did I start poetry?
hmm shall we reminisce?
it was a bittersweet past I wish to hold on
almost gave it up but then I found a new light
with a scalpel on my left hand, a pen on another
I intend to be someone who heals physically and emotionally