On remaining a poet…

Pain augments the depth within my poems

Peace of mind lets my words breathe

I want to keep writing

I must

Somedays I will tell you about my bruises, the tears I can’t cry away, the grief pressing on my chest, and the breaths I hold to punish myself

Other days I will tell you how life is so good with a cup of tea in your hands, love in your heart, yellow before your eyes, sun kisses on your skin, and music in your head

And dear reader,

I don’t mean to betray you by the latter

I will always remain a poet

In peace or in pain.

Image: Kalkidan Taddesse