I am sorry for the things that were not poetry and not true about people of my town.
For that I ask forgiveness. I lost my mind during that summer. I am back and I plan on not losing my mind this time. Though people of my town still treat mental illnesses and sexualities as insanities. That is true. I have a new job. My mental health have improved a lot. So hello poetry. I missed you guys.

I am still the same me. Poetic, strong, smart and brave.
My new job has less drama than working at a gas station.
I am working at a thrift store. Much better than a gas station.
My coworkers are fun to hangout with.
And I love my job. Nothing is better than that.

I am not ashamed to be a bisexual poet.
Writing is freeing and therapeutic.
Poetry is home.

I have left some pages of my book empty , in case if you return .

As the cosmic tears fell from the sky , I wished for something that is beyond my grasp

the branch that left the tree , returned as an ax .