Dear Writers

I haven't seen you

I know nothing about your form

The colour of your eyes or the tears smudging your words

The shaky fingers that penned down the despair of your heart

But I know you are beautiful

I have seen your soul

The spirit that moves you

To write down poetries

The innocence with which you share your fears

Bare your insecurities with me

My soul is one and the same as yours

We are both floating in this myriad world

Trapped in our own cages

Trying to make sense