Sep 1
Eyes darting across a blank canvas
Where do I begin?
Heart filled with words yet spoken
May this blank canvas embody these unspoken words
Blank—filled
Empty—whole
Bright—yet dark
Words unheard
Accounted for within
Sankofa,
Let’s begin
At the age of 16, poetry, cacophonic, became an outlet for me.
Emotions that once felt so distant, merely a faint and infant shadow, stand beside me today at 23.
Hello, friend, it’s been a while; I thought I would not be graced with your presence again.
Where do I begin?
Heart filled with words yet spoken
May this blank canvas embody these unspoken words
Blank—filled
Empty—whole
Bright—yet dark
Words unheard
Accounted for within
Sankofa,
Let’s begin
At the age of 16, poetry, cacophonic, became an outlet for me.
Emotions that once felt so distant, merely a faint and infant shadow, stand beside me today at 23.
Hello, friend, it’s been a while; I thought I would not be graced with your presence again.
As I begin writing again, I challenge myself to use emotions from the past to guide my present. Thank you for giving me the space to open my heart again.
