i wanted to write a poem,
but didn't know where to start.
with a
striking sentence maybe or
a word from the heart.
because sometimes, writing could be difficult
when your head is nothing
but an echo of a myriad mess,
like untangling strings of blurred words
just so you would d r o w n less.
and i wish to ask those poets
who could write so hauntingly.
crimson hearts tattooed on paper
souls for the world to see.
but then, poetry would never judge,
it'll just call, saying:
' darling, your emotions crave me
grab a piece of paper
to set yourself free. '
'i want to write a poem
pencil on hand, an old paper from my bed stand
sits empty
for wherever should i begin?'
i still don't know.
I wrote this when I was around 14 (needs tweaking, i know), right when poetry began to mean more than just a hobby to me. It became my outlet, my safe haven, my refuge. And now as a young poet I will continue to hold it dear in my heart and continue my passion.
