what writing is like for me


It’s as painful as breaking ribs. Ripping apart flesh and bone. Trying to dig my heart up from where it’s buried. It’s always so muffled. My mind like a loud speaker. Trying to get me to hear. I’m sure the gods are sick of listening. My thoughts could bring empires to their knees. Dreams of heartache and destruction. My heart is the only light there is. I go to war. Fight through oceans and fire to reach peace. Words are the olive branch that I broker for poetry. Writing is no small feat. I applaud you all who bleed.

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