Can I remember,
How to put pen to paper?
How did I form the words?
How do I know what I want to say
When I have forgotten so much?
My world has become so loud,
So busy,
So full.
Yet at times
I feel so empty.
Like I'm all out of strength
Of heart
Of thought.
The numb is so overwhelming,
I never knew
How important these feeling would be
Now I don't hold the memory of me.
I look to my past
To help me find my way.
If I can put
Words on a page,
Maybe I am not lost,
Not yet.
Because, as I struggle
With who I should be.
Some things
Can not have changed so much.
If nothing else,
It's as clear as it can be.
Leaving a blank page,
Is not my destiny.
Jun 18, 2024
Jun 18, 2024 at 10:07 AM UTC
Can I remember,
How to put pen to paper?
How did I form the words?
How do I know what I want to say
When I have forgotten so much?
My world has become so loud,
So busy,
So full.
Yet at times
I feel so empty.
Like I'm all out of strength
Of heart
Of thought.
The numb is so overwhelming,
I never knew
How important these feeling would be
Now I don't hold the memory of me.
I look to my past
To help me find my way.
If I can put
Words on a page,
Maybe I am not lost,
Not yet.
Because, as I struggle
With who I should be.
Some things
Can not have changed so much.
If nothing else,
It's as clear as it can be.
Leaving a blank page,
Is not my destiny.
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