Two years
Of stabbing myself
With a pen
Is what it took
To bleed ink
Onto the page
Instead of blood
Two years
Of stabbing myself
With a pen
Is what it took
To bleed ink
Onto the page
Instead of blood
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
A Teen's Definition of Life
Amateur poetry can be found here
From Sunset to Dawn
Words are wild, so is my heart.
words. spirit. alchemy.
poetry to heal and inspire
Writing and Stuff by Chris Hall - Storyteller and Accidental Blogger
As long as there's breath, there will always be HOPE because nothing is pre-written and nothing cannot be re-written!
Cindy Knoke
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 🙂
💚