I write for future reference. I write to calm my thoughts. I write because it gives me joy
The weight upon my chest, a stone, Heavy burden, all alone. A mountain path, so steep and long, Doubt whispers, where do I belong?
By Catherine Ngendo3 months ago in Poets
Not starry skies nor whispered rhyme, But tangled sheets at morning's chime, The way your hair falls, sleep-tousled grace,
Sun on your face, wind in your hair, The world's a playground, everywhere. Don't worry 'bout darkness, it won't stay, Sunshine's coming, brightens your day.
Empty bleachers hold a phantom roar, No booming voice to urge me on once more. The finish line, a blur through tear-filled eyes,
By Catherine Ngendo4 months ago in Poets
Lost and broken, I once did roam, A faded echo, a forgotten home. But from the ashes, a fire did spark, A will to rise, a brand new start.
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