it took quite some time,
I’ll admit that.
it took a vast amount of patience
in order for me to find myself.
I had looked in small corners,
crevices of folded journal paper,
between pencil shavings
falling on floors.
half-full.
I stopped looking at my words, instead,
focusing on the spaces between them.
half-empty.
the day I realized that I was enough
was the day I gave someone my heart
and they handed it back to me.
filled, to brim.
You are so prolific and poignant. Your work is so beautiful and always puts me in a pensive place. I would love to write as you do. You make complex feelings seem so simple.
ReplyDeleteLove your work.
ReplyDeleteWaiting for your new book. My beloved poetess
ReplyDeleteOnce again each word perfectly placed to hit you in the heart <3
ReplyDeleteHow can a painful truth became so beautiful and healing at the same time? Only you can provoke this emotions
ReplyDeleteomg :-( beautiful
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