I lost my way of removing the burden
off my chest and I started suffocating.
I couldn’t write about it because my space was invaded.
The build-up inside of me was acidic
I ended up vomiting black ink.
All those words came rushing back
not like a wave,
more like a landslide.
You kept me silent
but I had to pay the price.
Life was a ride for you
but always a lesson for me.
You can get your copy of my first novel on Amazon: Little Rebellion
Poetry Books: Identity Crisis, Rehab
One little public announcement:
The Poetry Bar is open again so you can submit your poetry, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram/TikTok account to the email poetrybar1@gmail.com and then it will be shared for the Bar to read.