Poetry was therapy to me.
For all the odds,
All the burdens and pain to go away.
It has been long,
I had not let my feelings out.
I can’t write anymore.
I’m pissed off.
I feel like my imaginations
Are reviving after a pause,
Frustrated beyond sanity,
Or for no reason.
I can’t write anymore.
I’m worried that I will lack,
That my lines may sound feigned.
I’m worried that I may not finish.
That I’m not smart enough to do it.
I’m worried that I may not be able to write.
I can’t write anymore.
But I can’t stop here.
With courage I made it stood.
What was stopping me,
I made that my tool.
