I stopped writing
I used to picture a little island that would whisk me away for days.
I should have never stopped writing.
It is what gives me the strength to move on.
I put it aside and carried on.
I used to be scared that someone would find what I wrote and read it.
So after a while of having a precious writing I’d rip it up.
I was embarrassed about some of the ways that I felt,
My paranoid feelings made me put down
My Pen and Pad.
So I stored my emotions in the back of my head.
Rigorously they built up in my brain until it was to late to realize.
I held in so much pain.
Only to have my conscience haunt me
And by not writing,