I regret all the times I tore up a page,
tossed it away thinking that the words didn’t matter.
I long for the lost words,
ones only seen now by the waste paper bin.
I denied myself emotion,
afraid to feel anything because for so long feeling meant pain.
I learned to love words again,
that pain isn't poetry, poetry is beauty.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
I regret all the times I tore up a page,
tossed it away thinking that the words didn’t matter.
I long for the lost words,
ones only seen now by the waste paper bin.
I denied myself emotion,
afraid to feel anything because for so long feeling meant pain.
I learned to love words again,
that pain isn't poetry, poetry is beauty.