I try to rid myself of my thoughts
so I scrape them off onto a page
where they become poems.
I feel lighter.
My poem smiles at me.
We are both happy to be
apart but not enemies.
I try to rid myself of my thoughts
so I scrape them off onto a page
where they become poems.
I feel lighter.
My poem smiles at me.
We are both happy to be
apart but not enemies.