I use to have boxes of poems
That meant the world to me
Every night I’d fall asleep
With my notebook next to me
Throughout my teens
My poetry was a safe place to be
The older I got the less I wrote
Working and paying bills took over
my poems would be forgotten
In the back of my closet
Living most of their lives in darkness
Only writing when life provoked me
Occasionally tearing through them
Trying to find a moment
I wanted to relive
those moments became fewer and fewer
Soon I stopped writing altogether
Of course, it wasn’t until
my heart was broke
I turned to my pen
To mend it back together
When I was whole again
I had a new box for my closet
And life would fill with other things
One day I showed a friend
My boxes of poems and
She said
why are you hiding them
I said I’m not
well
some of them probably
But I love all of them
You should make a blog
share them on Facebook or something
What if someone steals my poems
She said
I stole some guys poem once
gave to a boy That I like in 8th grade
See nope, they are staying in here
where they are safe
Ok let me share one my blog
I reluctantly agreed
Seeing my poetry set free
Was scary
But it made me happy knowing
They weren’t alone anymore
That night
I made my own WordPress
It brought my Poetry out of the darkness
And gave them a place to live
A couple days ago my phone and
Laptop were stolen
That was nothing compared to
Losing my email and not being able to log in
You know that cliche saying
you don’t Know -what you got till it’s gone
Having a home for my poems
Is priceless
It’s made me enjoy writing again
Thank You WordPress
my poems will never be lonely again
I honestly cannot read this poem without choking up it is truly from the heart
I honestly cannot read this poem without choking up it is truly from the heart
Worded Warrior 