Poetry is my drug
my natural high
when I start
I cannot stop
Feelings shaped into words, inspired by moments
Poetry is my drug
my natural high
when I start
I cannot stop
Be patient with me
I promise you won’t regret it
Much like the seeds that take time to grow
The fruits of what you sow now
will bear the crops for years to come
What is this feeling in my heart
That leaves me confused
It feels like my heart is being pressed
up against my chest
or that it has a life of its own
or is being kneaded by soft hands
I never used to get this in younger years
Did I even have a heart before?
Is this what they call feeling?
Is this what makes us human?
Stifled in speech
but not muted
Women’s lives
sometimes supressed
never silenced
You once said at the start
That I was the type of woman
To make you a better person
If you hadn’t have resisted, nor been so stubborn
and seen the potential I did
This could have been true.
But there you stay, still and static, holding onto all that you knew
Growth has to come from the self first,
before it can from others
And it as then
That I realised you were not the one
But a weight on my heels
Dragging me down
Not lifting me up
So I had to say goodbye
— my success should also be yours
He opens the book of her life
With pages yet to be written
A blank canvas that winks with excitement
at all the adventures, places, touches and experiences
yet to be explored.
Will you take pen to paper
and be her reader?