Cloie

Back to the page

I’ve picked up the pen I let rust away,

The silence is over, I’ve something to say.

The weight that once crushed now fuels the fire,

Each word a step, each line climbs higher.

No longer stuck in a hollow shell,

I’ll write the chaos I know too well.

Raw thoughts bleed out, no filter, no shame,

A tapestry stitched from love and pain.

This is my echo, my fight, my flame,

Not seeking approval, not chasing fame.

Just ink and soul, my truth to tell,

I’m back to writing. I’m back to myself.

~Cloie