I know my font can be small and hard to read on Instagram so I’m sharing all the poems I post here as well.
Renewal
I forgot what it was like
how I used to write.
The letters spinning out my anger
blood, rage, sadness spilling about
coating all over the page
an ink so bloody it’s blue
dripping down the corner
soaking over my pencil spilled emotions.
Let the poisons be released
to refresh and begin once again.
—a flower budding in the corner
awaiting her time of renewal.
A.M.//@the_writing_hands || 06.23.21
The Writing Hands Poetry 