i am writing words on a page
because i was told to write every day
to which i responded
"can it be metaphysical?"
so here i am
i fear that writing every day will make me
unsure
and i will never achieve the grand dream
of recognition
but at once i am scared of the other
side also scared that if i dont
(write every day, that is)
the pencil will disappear from my grasp
and i will never be able to make it materialize
never able to find the pencil again
amid the clutter of my rickety desk
so i am writing on this page
because i was told to
writing of metaphysics
because i dont know how to write of
my guilt
shame
hurt
dont know how to write nothing except for
fear and desire
YOU ARE READING
metamorphosis
Poetrya collection of poetry written during quarantine, the tumultuous 2020 school year, and the entering into a post-covid world. randomly updated.
