I came across a site called "Hello Poetry."
It made promises of sweet words — heavenly.
I tiptoed my way inside,
tired of the world,
with a heavy heart and a heavy mind.
But then I read and read and read;
I read about love, about ruin, about dread.
I read of the pain, I read of the thoughts
of different bodies, of different minds, of different souls.
I came in with my hands empty;
I leave with passion — plenty.
I found it at the right time,
with my heart hollow,
when even love felt like a tough pill to swallow.
I leave now with my own stories
about the words of others,
strangers across the world,
now my round table, my counsel,
a new life — unfurled.
(I wrote this just after I read a couple of poems that really made my perspective shift about different things that we commonly struggle with life. All of them were so beautifully written, I felt so heard and I felt like I was already a part of a community)
I wrote this just after I read a couple of poems that really made my perspective shift about different things that we commonly struggle with life. All of them were so beautifully written, I felt so heard and I felt like I was already a part of a community
