I'am trying to remember
what I felt the last time I wrote
It has been three years I've lost the love
of writing my thoughts into a poem
Sharing my heartfelt emotions
my yearnings and complaints
to anyone who reads
to strangers who must have felt
Long ago I was writing
the truest side of mine
all exposed to all strangers in the world
to all strangers looking for inspiration and connection to every poem
Now I remember it was all exciting
to reveal my feelings deep inside
without my name on it
without my physical body on it
just me, a strip down version of my personality
A reminder of my deepest feelings
a proof that I've been happy and hurt
an expression of myself
Is what I love in my poems
