i forgot that i could write poetry.
it slipped my mind
that words of mine
are helpful when i'm crying.
and in that time
i fell behind
got lax in how i'm coping.
i forgot, until today, that i could just write poetry.
to ease my fine
and broken mind
and celebrate my literacy.
i remember now.
YOU ARE READING
Language of Mine
Poetrypoetry to kill my dreams some of it is boring can't remember which ones are my favorites
