i can’t write today,
something’s wrong.
i can’t smile today,
life is a sad song.
my heart hurts…
so does my foot
in my shoe.
today is a sad day,
without you.
I wrote this poem when I was 14 many moons ago. It was published in an anthology called Jeans, I was co-author. I love picking up our book and reading things I wrote back then. Amazes me how they’re relevant and somehow connected to this future version of me. I never really thought about putting out a second edition but today I did. There is nothing stopping me but myself. I love writing and have written heaps and heaps of poems, hundreds in fact. I don’t know or really care if anyone even buys the book. I wanna write it (put it together) to show myself I can. I know I can. I can.
