#poetryishealing
They say, “Just study, forget all this.”
But how do you forget
what saved you?
These writings—
they aren’t just thoughts.
They’re survival.
They’re scars made beautiful.
Let them call it anything...
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 3:25 AM UTC
early dawn
as the sun reaches the peak
of the cold blue lake
and the little birdies squeak
I look upon my blessing as I hear your voice speak
"good morning my love, guess it wasn't a dream"
last night was an miraculous night we redeem
redemption at its finest, our souls finally unite
baptized tears from my eyes
assurance I'll be alright
its humorous to imagine I never thought it come
waking up with you to the reddish, morning sun
the best is saved for last
a story so divine
when you plant your lips on my kiss
I start to turn alive
my lover and my brother
my best, and my last
writing masterpieces
still our love is contrast
& nobody poses what we have been blessed with
I hear you in my mind
whispering "it's alright"
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 10:42 AM UTC