I don't know if I was meant to read what you wrote
But you don't mean that
You are not heartless
Whatever you are going through
I hope you work it out
Remember to love and take care of yourself
The rest will fall into place.
The world is better than you think it is
Don't stop believing.
Always wishing the best for you.

I try to kill Poetry in my heart

I try to kill Poetry in my heart
I tell it to stop growing
It has too long been associated with a single person
And that person has gone
So I tell poetry to go too
I dont know how to write about anything else anyone else
Just becoming her makes me feel frail
But Poetry is stubborn
It smiles wryly at me
As I sit listlessly, my legs
dangling over the railing
It is there holding me
That night when I succumbed to crying
My heart hasn't been spent yet, it points
To the flames erupting outside
My world besieged by history
And I am to be a marker of it,
The observer, the writer, the participator
The person who breeds poems in her heart.