Meraki: My Newfound World

There is potential in words

 An aesthetic ecstasy.

 It entices parts of me,

And ushers me back to the subtle art of writing.

This world, the one that writes,

It Blatantly empowers me. 

Inception of self-belief 

Is a gift of this world to me.

There is a sense of liberation, 

An expression of one's insight, 

A platform, so prodigious

It captivates you, yet a little wholly. 

The Ink & blank sheets 

Are my confidantes, 

They impel my ardour 

Through this perceived passion of writing.

I don't solicit the assent of the world here.

In this world, I don't fear judgment,

Here, I tend to craft my own stories, 

In my own words, 

Engulfed with my own beliefs. 

For, the art of words, which will forever be

Engraved on the hearts and minds 

of the citizens living here.

Such is this world, 

Full of captivating intents and sterling articulations. 

Beholden I am, for this world I am in 

For these words,

They act as fuel and Inflame my internal desires, 

This is my world, This is Meraki.