Two years
Of stabbing myself
With a pen
Is what it took
To bleed ink
Onto the page
Instead of blood
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Two years
Of stabbing myself
With a pen
Is what it took
To bleed ink
Onto the page
Instead of blood
I tell story of a village in India
https://www.xlibris.com/.../833469-misunderstood-insanity
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Poet and Artist ✫ Jay Mora-Shihadeh
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-
Creativity meeting intrinsic memories
Benjamin Grossman 
This one first grabs you, then gut punches you. Great poem!
Thanks so much!
Wow!
Thanks. Sorry for the late reply!
Does this refer to a writer’s block?
Yeah, that’s exactly what’s it is referring to. Because I went through an bad illness and didn’t write for four years. And then I got worried I wouldn’t be able to ever again. But I guess writer’s block is kind of just a blockage and it can go away once we remove that block. Thanks for looking at this one!
I am so glad that you are able to create freely again. And sincere hope that you are managing the illness well. And praying for miracle healing. 🙏
Thanks. Doing much better this last year, and definitely focusing more on writing. Thanks, truly 🙂
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