The Poet


i used to think I was weak and delicate
that being a poet made me fragile

because when I wrote
it felt the same as exposing myself in public
there was an overwhelming sense
of dread and embarrassment
and I was ashamed
as if every word was another soft part of me
that I should keep hidden

it still hurts
when I am unraveling my intestines
or ripping open my heart
baring the darkest parts of my soul
breaking every single bone in my body
uncovering all my insecurities

make your pain into art

but the more you reveal your blood and guts
you lose the fear
and start to feel invincible

every poem
is an act of courage




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