poetry becomes the most difficult thing
when you are clutching tears like secrets close to your chest, not letting a drop fall in case it shatters your world. “to speak or to die” – we keep the phrase engraved in our veins, yet speaking in poetry becomes difficult when you have died a hundred deaths inside. poetry becomes difficult when you are mining for beauty amongst heaps of pain. and if you are lucky, you will scribble something down and forget about it for a few months. poetry becomes difficult when reality shakes you to your core. poetry is pretty until it is not. not only does it become difficult, it becomes poisonous. poetry becomes difficult when you use all your words to scream that you cannot breathe anymore.
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Very Nice