It’s been years

On the same day I wrote the ‘for music, art and love’, I dedicated an ode to the feeling I feel when I write. It was truly exhilarating.

it’s been years

it has been years since poetry has flowed within me
since it has ebbed
and ripplied within my very being
since it has felt like electricity coursing through my veins
just waiting to reveal itself
to glow, its messy, unfiltered glow.
it has been years since i have felt this
this… feeling.
this feeling that stills me, yet moves me
this feeling that shakes me to my very core
but allows a sense of silence and of peace
it has truly been years since tears have burned within my eyes,
spilling out as i type, write, scribble
it has been years since i felt like i was allowing a piece of myself
to be spilled over onto the pages i write on.
the different versions of me,
spilling and blotting
spilling over the parts of me i’ve lived through
blotting the pain, but never allowing me to forget
it has been years since i have used this tool
that i used to
to learn, to understand and to grow.
it has been years since i’ve let my mind wander free,
unthinking and unrelenting.
it’s been years.

4th April, 2020