I am a poet for one day.
Why is it hard to hold a pen
and brush the mind to see the pain?
it feels heavy—
like air pressing the chest.
I want to feel the gentleness of each line
So I can write every day.
i know
It is only a wave—
It stays for a minute
and then goes away.
Why am i afraid
of this wave disappearing?
Why can’t I hold it,
let it stay?
That’s why
I can't be a poet every day
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 1:03 PM UTC
I am a poet for one day.
Why is it hard to hold a pen
and brush the mind to see the pain?
it feels heavy—
like air pressing the chest.
I want to feel the gentleness of each line
So I can write every day.
i know
It is only a wave—
It stays for a minute
and then goes away.
Why am i afraid
of this wave disappearing?
Why can’t I hold it,
let it stay?
That’s why
I can't be a poet every day
