It came as a surprise to me, it began when everything else was ending and it stayed when everything else was gone. It stuck with me and I stuck to life with poetry.
It gives me new chances, it brings and takes away frustration. It makes me want to explore, inside and outside of my own existence.
It makes me appreciate, it lets me let go and lets me hold on, it opens up ways for acceptance, for myself and this universe.
I never know if I can find enough words to describe the different feelings, this beauty around me, the hundreds of souls living in these infinite galaxies. Poetry does it for me.
I am a simple person, therefore I have simple words, my only tools to tell this world my story, to write a story for myself. Isn't it better if I sew them together, to create something pretty?
This is my heart, soul, and everything I own, this is my poetry.
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Threads
Poetrysometimes flowing, sometimes tangled short, straight, blues and greys pearls or drops of tear drawn together by thread like words. ...Threads is a collection of poems from different themes written at different times. The pieces may vary in colour...
