a poet’s story

scribbles hidden in my closet

a child who longed for darkness

as if i were born from a black hole

and demanded to return home

the weight of the world

hung over my soul

at only ten years old

all is quiet as i wander

deeper into my closet

where light could never touch

tucked away with a pen

trying to keep their peace of mind

who could feel peace with me?

i dreamt of escape

now i write poetry