Written to express first step of poetry with confusion and existential crisis.It's a very solo and individual expression in this poem particularly.It speaks about my first step about writing.Initially I never imagined I would share my writings honestly.I prefered rather to keep it till my death and let's see where will it reach or thought I would burn it.Still I was happy, even if it would get burned atleast it existed in the form of ashes and swirls in an energy form was my thought.I never thought my writings had a value.The chase wasn't for success but for answers.I would never see it's value if I wasn't told to keep it.It's a small piece destined to reach you if you are reading.
I will release my writing
within the count of three
If it would create lightning
I will savor the tea
If I fail to succeed and remain with tries
I will seal writings and hide it with disguise
I will keep it safe where it deserves to lie
Hoping after my demise it could reach places high
I hope they will be published then, as the book of demised
Not with the hope they might rise
I hope the memories of ashes flies
Just to honor my writings in last tries
It doesn’t matter even if it's not opened
But the mark it remains to exist is stunned
Some points enlisted from the guardships may be gunned
But alas once the ships break there isn’t refund
The contrasting point arises when I want to use lighter
Just to burn all the writings and become quitter
I am tired of Pinning points as fighter
The peaceful demise of it is brighter
Img: A girl with a book sitting quitely
Text: A poem about my poem and its overthinking
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