I read and reread. I write nothing. Will I break through someday?

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.

I read and reread. I write nothing. Will I break through someday?

I must confess, my writing is important for my soul.

I will write. I will choose to accept my destiny.

It is like writing a diary to you, my poems are all for you.

You gave me stories and poems so, very simply, you show me that hope and love are in this world.

I can write a sarcastic poem, or I can go mad.

We are fixed selves but I sense I must change my writing... to be happy.

My poetry, my best writing, is the produce of loneliness in me.

I just talk, you could interpret poetry in your own way.

Writing poetry is a compulsion because I have lost love.
