i was not made
to write poems
was not born with pen in-hand
and an innate ability to understand
i was born to conceive children
not words
was not made
to build beauty from hurt
i was not created
for a lifetime fated
littered with ink and
more words than i can think
i was not born
to puke on my page
but i was born
with rage
i was born with
a spirit i cannot contain
i was created to empathise
and bring tears to eyes
the soul within me
cannot keep quiet
i was not made for words
but i was made to create
and the page
the poems
are a perfect escape
a safe space
to put down the rage
when the confidence flickers
and i feel bitter
when the child within me
screams that i hit her
i know
somehow
it must be shared
and poetry
is the only way
i have ever dared
words shared
really do heal
and the poems
made me feel real
though i was not born
for my pen
the loss of it
would truly be my end.
12:56pm - 10/09/25