sammi ama Poems
Writing saved who I was then.
Writing stitched back together my open wounds.
Funny how their words were what cut my skin
But my own words were what I needed to heal.
Writing is helping who I am now.
Writing is what's keeping me from falling apart again.
Funny how my pain is caused by something different
But it has the same solution as the last time.
Writing worked so well before, I'd be surprised if
Writing didn't work again.
Funny how I feel so broken
But still better than ever.
by giving me
such backwards advice
it's easy to see
why you do not recognize
your biggest vice
for the weakness it is
your facade crafted to fit in