Lost Poetry

I have lost so many journals, packed full of my hearts poetry and that within itself makes me weary because the words upon those pages, maybe I didn’t plan to share, but maybe those words had other plans. 

So dear friend, if you find those words, please hold them gently, they have traveled far. Those words were held dearly once by me, so read them carefully and learn me. Those poems are my story, like a letter written to an old friend and my blood inked out in pen. And don’t we all have stories that need to be told.

Some days I feel a lot like lost poetry, like spilled words on a page waiting to be read. My poetry is my story, a inhale and exhale, the way I breathe.

- A.S.