You are a poet,
Not necessarily a popular poet,
But what's certain
Is you seek a voice.
It's difficult to find such a voice,
Torture even,
And you can't imagine happiness
Because all your life,
You had nothing to rejoice over
As you were trapped in the darkness.
A door opens;
Hoping that's your way out,
You enter it, noticing
A journal and a pen on a table.
You immediately grab the pen,
But right before
You tear through the journal,
You look back at the darkness,
For that place was your comfort zone
Despite your desire to leave.
Where do you go from there?
Do you give up before you start
Or continue moving forward?
I suggest rubbing that pen against the journal.
YOU ARE READING
Natural Cravings
Poetry[Poetry] A peek inside every region of my mind, just for all of you to know who I am where you may find out that we could have many things in common. Who knows? You know the button to press to find out. Circa 2018
