Chapter 73 of 125

71 Poems in 8 Months

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It took me 6 years

To write my first

100 poems.

And then,

My heart broke,

And I wrote 71 poems in 8 months.

It's funny how we write

To we rip ourselves apart

And to make ourselves whole again.

The words simultaneously

Hold us together

And shred at our very souls.

I'm not writing as often any more.

I'm beginning to think

In thoughts,

And not I'm poems,

Again

Life doesn't feel like pain.

Existing doesn't seem so hard.

The poems come slower now,

The art takes its rest,

But I don't mind.

My heart is healing,

And I am content

To leave my writing be.

09/28/23

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