Bon Voyage1 min 11.8K 1 min 11.8K
A kid I was when I held my pen
To jot down my feelings
To scribble my heart into my journal
And then it started....
Sometimes, it carved my joy
And my tears the other time,
I scribed my unspoken heart
Many times, when I lacked a voice.
At an instance, when I crumbled to failure
It helped me gather myself
Sometimes being my intonation
Erstwhile, gifting me euphoria.
And then it established me
With my unique identity-"POET".
To account for;
This expedition created a new me
Filled with a sense of adventure...
To explore more...
To explore myself...