Writer I

mini collection of freestyle poetry for November silence slow afternoon strolls meals whenever you are alone Nights are for writing. It isn't because I despise folks. I just delight in the silence of a healing heart. To those who can resonate with me know that we wait in solidary. waiting for that empty space to be filled with the songs of our burden through the hallway The traveler walks through the hallway. Heavy is the load. The city celebrates while the messenger cries. alone but full of light The world sets foot on the party’s location while the traveler stays up. awake until 12 exhausted but rejoicing dancing secretly and cheerfully in the presence of the heartbreak  which is slowly waning. The city revels while the traveler shines. walking with her chin up not a pretty reality Once a manipulator Now I’m on the receiving end. It is not a pretty reality. Hence, we don’t withdraw from drawing the subtle yet precious line. The song of the burden I hear it clearly In the middle o...