To which my answer is simple
My body had been through more pain than it should
Pain I convert into poetry.
I write them with the blood from my wounds.
I write about the scars that don’t fade.
I write about the love I want but find so difficult to accept because…
I was told no one would ever love me by my rapist.
I write about my mental anguish.
I write about my mother.
I write how I never want to be like her.
That I wouldn’t do what she did.
But the self loathing thoughts are so strong,
That I keep looking at the knife…
My mind is never at peace.
I still see dead people walking.
The voices gets louder.
The emptiness slowly engulfing me
Everything is just chaotic.
But I write.
I write so I can release.
I write so I can feel again.
I write so my mind doesn’t take over.
I write so i don’t go crazy.
I write because it’s catharsis.
There are tsunamis inside of me, but the water I turn into words.”- Natasha noel
Practise daily. Stay safe. Stay humble.🙏❤ Much love😊🙏