Poetry, Write Ups

Birth

I remember becoming a writer,
A winter of february,
In a dark quite room,
My body slumped like a limp,
Scars all over my soul,
Slipping in a marsh,
I knew I couldn’t get out of,
I felt words slipping out of lips,
But nothing came out,
As if , they’ve stopped functioning,
My mind trapped in storms,
Lights scared me,
As if , they were mocking me,
So I reached out,
Pulled the blinds, turned the lights off,
And on one dark hour,
Sobs burst out like a packed seed bag,
Scars healed me and words saved me,
And I couldn’t ask for better .

One thought on “Birth”

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