Four years ago
I mistakenly picked up poetry
in the gym
At first I did not even notice
but When I did
I feel in love
I never knew words could be
So perfect and loaded
I was in love--
I read and I write and I
Love every minute of it
Like every good relationship
It got better with time--
I got better with time
I learned values that spilled
Over to all aspects of my life.
I learned my feelings are my feeling
And they can be raw material to
Make good art.
I learned Good end product requires time, sacrifices and sometimes
ungodly amount of effort
I learned about patience and
how impatience is not a virtue
Like every good story, there is always an end.
It's been over a year since I have written anything
Now I can barely relate to any poem
And I probably can't poetically string two sentences together to save my life
The love has faded but the lessons still keep me going.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 5:11 AM UTC
Four years ago
I mistakenly picked up poetry
in the gym
At first I did not even notice
but When I did
I feel in love
I never knew words could be
So perfect and loaded
I was in love--
I read and I write and I
Love every minute of it
Like every good relationship
It got better with time--
I got better with time
I learned values that spilled
Over to all aspects of my life.
I learned my feelings are my feeling
And they can be raw material to
Make good art.
I learned Good end product requires time, sacrifices and sometimes
ungodly amount of effort
I learned about patience and
how impatience is not a virtue
Like every good story, there is always an end.
It's been over a year since I have written anything
Now I can barely relate to any poem
And I probably can't poetically string two sentences together to save my life
The love has faded but the lessons still keep me going.