I'Ve Been Gone
Mentally, I had forgotten how much she loves me.
Waiting for my words to form a message about my life or the feelings that lead to thoughts from my heart. She’s been good to me, so I don’t understand why I would do her this way.
I’ve been gone for too long.
Writing short letters that doesn’t make sense to me and anyone else that I allow to read the passages of my life. For whatever reason I wasn’t allowed to feel, wasn’t allowed to let my heart vent. And every time I picked up a pen my mind went blank, a brick wall built over my emotional gates.
Why wasn’t I in the mood to express how I feel inside, the truth about me?
When she listen saying how beautiful when others just said it was just okay. I called it poem and she agreed, welcomed me with open arms. I wasn’t judged or accused of using clichés when the emotional release flows from my heart to paper. I’m accepted because writing frees me.
I’ve been gone for too long just by composing lines and putting them aside and the writer’s block was just an excuse because I’m aware of my abilities and I can express how I’m feeling even though ….
It didn’t rhyme sometimes.
How could I neglect her, I needed to just open up, because Poetry love me anyway.
|