Sing to yourself of who you were and who you are and who you want to be... Who you met and who you know and who you want to meet... What you've felt and what you feel and what you want to feel. Throw your thoughts and words about until they start to stick, take the best of these and make it poetry.
But if your words pour out only in agony, as an outlet for pain or to heal yourself again, or to keep you mostly sane it must be some relief, that the material is gone and your life can go on quite happily.
Your words will always be there when you need them.
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Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Tue 15th Dec 2020 21:12
Sing to yourself of who you were and who you are and who you want to be... Who you met and who you know and who you want to meet... What you've felt and what you feel and what you want to feel. Throw your thoughts and words about until they start to stick, take the best of these and make it poetry.
But if your words pour out only in agony, as an outlet for pain or to heal yourself again, or to keep you mostly sane it must be some relief, that the material is gone and your life can go on quite happily.
Your words will always be there when you need them.
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Original item by Damon Stigen