sorrow overfills my soul
when I think of what my
younger self endured
they didn't deserve that
all the pain and suffering
and the hunger and tears
the panic and fear
the shattered trust
sorrow overfills my soul
when I think of what my
younger self endured

I write and write and write
in no way am I laconic
the words flow and flow and flow
pages and pages and pages filled
watching notebooks pile up
my thoughts and emotions
filling each page
my very essence poured into my poetry
laconic is never and will never
be a part of me

I’m trying my best to be okay
Okay
So stop yelling
Put down the sharp words
Quit making me cry
I’m tired
Please let me try
To be okay
Okay?

Quiet Moon snowfall

snowflakes whisper snow falling

silence in beauty

Truth doesn't change

just because you choose

not to believe it.