Every time I write, I wonder what is the point of it all? If this is my journey then why do I need to write it down on a public platform for others to comment or like? It is my life, why am I turning it all into a blog? But then something happens. A sign, as I like to call it. And I remember why I started writing in the first place. Writing is my escape. It helps me understand myself, my surroundings and my people better and more clearly. Today, I am fine the way I am. In fact I love myself. I love how much I have grown. I love who I am turning into. I love my growth. So, below are a few lines accepting myself for who I am and letting everything else go.
Hidden from all
In the cocoon of
Abandonment
I found a new me
In loneliness and exhaustion.
Numb with no purpose
I thought I was
Not-knowing it was a path
I was meant to walk
Proud but humble
I stand tall today
hopeful for tomorrow
Stormy or Sunny
I will walk through it all.
Black Coffee and Grey Stories 
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I had a thought a few years ago… as writers, or poets, do we find the words or do they find us?
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For me, words always find me.
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I agree. I write poetry. And it’s like they find me. And bug me until I write them down. Words come from the heart. So I guess it’s telling me something.
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I agree. I am restless too until I write.
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You’re definitely a writer. I’ve enjoyed what I’ve read. And it’s kind of hard to keep my attention lol.
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Thank you! I would love to read your poems as well. Will visit your blog too. Keep writing!
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You’re very welcome! I don’t have a blog. I’ve tried several times but I just couldn’t handle it. I’m kind of a mess 🤦♂️
However I can share some here if you want.
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Definitely, do share!
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She howls at her moon every night
Softly covered by it’s light
Waiting patiently to hear a reply
Until then, she stares deep into the sky
And sometimes the sky weeps for her
Streaks of falling stars
But nothing will deter
Her will to love
Nor sever them apart
One of my best and favorites.
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I love it! My favorite line was, and sometimes the sky weeps for her.
Honestly, keep writing. You write very well.
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Thank you! I know how much support helps in writing. I didn’t feel like I got much of it. It can be discouraging. I encourage you to keep writing too!
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