never envy a poet
or writer
a master of words and possibilities
how many lonely nights were spent
teaching words to dance on fingertips like that
to capture them on paper, those words in that order
when all was chaos and all that could be controlled was the tip of a pen
when the imagination was driven to create new worlds to survive the real one
to be expected to form words when the world stands speechless
never envy a poet
who had to fill the silence
to spin stories
around and around
to catch the light at every angle
the pain that caused the necessary pressure
to squeeze all of those feelings out
to spill like the ink that immortalized them
no, never envy a poet
because you don’t know
what trauma trails on the tails of those words
on tear-stained pages
that rarely show up
in the final publications
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About the Creator
ijustholdthepen
hi, i’m Joanna: hsp, haiku poet, decent human. i write poetry about hope, nature, self-love, and mental health among other things on my instagram account. i’m so glad you exist!
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