Dec 2022
Today I grieve the loss of an old friend.
She knew how to spin pretty words from
Raw emotions and weave them into worlds.
Today I grieve the loss of myself.
In the process of growing I’ve discovered that
A life without poetry is a life truly miserable.
I have not been able to lift up a pen
And write to my heart’s content.
I have lost the magic since I met
A man who crushed me with his mere existence.
A power once lost cannot return so soon.
It is my biggest fear yet —
I do not know when I will be able to write again.
She knew how to spin pretty words from
Raw emotions and weave them into worlds.
Today I grieve the loss of myself.
In the process of growing I’ve discovered that
A life without poetry is a life truly miserable.
I have not been able to lift up a pen
And write to my heart’s content.
I have lost the magic since I met
A man who crushed me with his mere existence.
A power once lost cannot return so soon.
It is my biggest fear yet —
I do not know when I will be able to write again.
A heartbreak can do a number on you but I didn’t expect it to steal my words as well. Every time I pick up a pen to write something I feel genuinely ashamed that I’ve lost the ability to tell a story. I hope one day I find it again.
Written 13 December 2022
Written 13 December 2022
