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
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Author:
Cloie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I’ve found my way back to writing, where my heart feels at home. Every word I write is a piece of me, raw and real. I'm not hiding anymore. Writing heals me, frees me, and reminds me who I am.
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Comments3
A very positive and uplifting statement of feeling confidant again, enjoyed the read and keep writing.
Thank you so much for your kind and uplifting words! It means a lot, and your encouragement inspires me to keep going. Truly grateful!
You are very welcome
Well done finding your way back to writing. I enjoyed your positive stanzas and I am looking forward to reading more from you Cloie.
Thank you so much! Your kind words mean a lot to me. I missed being here, and I feel like I’m finally at peace now. I’m really glad you enjoyed.
I would like to believe someone so young as you didn't have to find her way back already, at the young age of 16 but I too remember being 16 and it wasn't easy at all. A skilled writer you are, and so young. 🌹
Thank you so much for your kind words. Sixteen is a whirlwind, but writing helps me make sense of it all. 🌸
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