What I would’ve gained from writing
had I known;
what a vent it would’ve presented for me
that escape was all i needed.
Cigarettes, petty theft, vandalism,
would’ve fallen by the wayside
had I known the release
it would bring me.
Expression in a private world
“code those postings”
would’ve at least allowed
a private expulsion of pressure.
Does anyone need to know
of such pent up anger, frustrations?
I say to you, find a way to move forward;
DON’T STOP, as long as you move forward
you are not prey.
Call it by name, “it’s loneliness”,
know it for what it is...
a human condition in all of us.
Relax, let go, express. You will make it
I promise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem