when I began to write
poetry
I was amazed to find
that I even
had a voice.
It was a gift
that I never
hoped for.
I only tried to share the light.
But there was too much
darkness.
Little by little
I had to write
about the monsters
in the deep.
And my writing
got to be
unrecognizable.
I thought to myself
Those couldn't be
my words.
Sometimes it felt like I was
in a grave
in a big old box
Which seemed to extinguish
The flame that ignited in the first place
And so here I am
trying to balance injury
with hope for a new future
That may be called
healing.
(MSM)
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC
when I began to write
poetry
I was amazed to find
that I even
had a voice.
It was a gift
that I never
hoped for.
I only tried to share the light.
But there was too much
darkness.
Little by little
I had to write
about the monsters
in the deep.
And my writing
got to be
unrecognizable.
I thought to myself
Those couldn't be
my words.
Sometimes it felt like I was
in a grave
in a big old box
Which seemed to extinguish
The flame that ignited in the first place
And so here I am
trying to balance injury
with hope for a new future
That may be called
healing.
(MSM)
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