Free

Life has seemed to have ran away from me quicker then I realized, Days turned into months turned into years. Before I knew it I'm 26 writing this poem that is anything but finalized, Overtime My writing has become less and less but here and there it reappears. Just Like My Mother, Letting Poetry become a forgotten Lover. Who every once in a while will resurface, To remind me of its purpose. Reminding me, of a time where I felt more...Free Its been months since I've had my writing come to my mind sometimes I even forget my ability to compose poetry due to every day life having this literally come to my mind today made me feel certain type way that's impossible to explain ....hope you all enjoy <3