#eitherway
I only became free
when I lost my sense of grammar
when I forgot how to punctuate
and I didn't follow a rhyme scheme.
I let the letters place themselves
and the words chose themselves
the poetry wrote itself
problems solved themselves
my heart healed itself
I became free when I finally learned
that the poetry is not in perfection
but in the broken words that lie on the page
delivered by my ink-stained hands
from a broken soul and an imperfect heart.
I was only free when I realised
that the broken and imperfect words
made up the perfect poem.
Made up the perfect me.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
You are judged
either way
when you do it ,
or don't do it
so do it anyway
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC