Words I want to write
Words I’m trying to find
The complete exhaustion of giving grace,
When will it be my turn to receive a loving place?
Whispers of souls telling me I need to stop writing.
How can I, if it helps me calm my mind?
I want to confess my untold shadows, without judgement to find.
My poor eyes, my poor ears.
All the chaos it was forced to observe and hear!
How do I have the will to keep on going?
All these monstrosities might have driven me mad.
Yet here I remain
I am still willing to write.
And maybe when life has straightened out it’s crooked lines,
I will craft a beautiful piece that will make me smile.
A poem of love born from curated chaos, a poem of tranquility I will hold.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 9:04 PM UTC
Words I want to write
Words I’m trying to find
The complete exhaustion of giving grace,
When will it be my turn to receive a loving place?
Whispers of souls telling me I need to stop writing.
How can I, if it helps me calm my mind?
I want to confess my untold shadows, without judgement to find.
My poor eyes, my poor ears.
All the chaos it was forced to observe and hear!
How do I have the will to keep on going?
All these monstrosities might have driven me mad.
Yet here I remain
I am still willing to write.
And maybe when life has straightened out it’s crooked lines,
I will craft a beautiful piece that will make me smile.
A poem of love born from curated chaos, a poem of tranquility I will hold.