I knew I was writing.
I could feel it
In my guts.
All I had was words,
Words that wouldn't let me
Sleep like a baby at night.
I could hear a voice
In my mind
Over and over
But I was wrong,
To be too needing
Of people's opinions.
It slaughtered my imagination,
And almost ousted all my ideas.
My garden of beautiful thoughts
Almost withered.
I forgot,
All I needed was
One word.
That would set
My soul on fire,
And my pen inking.
My favorite feeling
In the world.
YOU ARE READING
I Will Find My Own Sky
PoetryA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
