My poetry , a broken line, like the story of my life
Sometimes i wish I had a better pencil , i could write a masterpiece
Or a better paper so I could weave it piece by piece
Many a words i wish I could erase which were written in my anger
Many a thoughts I wish I had spoken for they were truly me
What are we but a verse of regret
What are we but a hope of redemption
Moments happy now and then are a temporary release

My life, an unread poetry, I never looked within
And unravel all my mysteries, I feel empty and incomplete
I use my anger to fill that gap, my verses never become whole
Maybe I have to keep looking within
And read through my pain
Or the unconnected dots will drive me insane
I am just a thread of rhymes singing along I go
I should just stop and reflect
Take a breath
Accept my faults
Look at myself
And release my pain

My poetry and my life live hand in hand
My life and my poetry are all that I am
A broken line, a broken promise
A comedy of errors I wish to rectify
Arrows that long ago left the bow, i know will never return
But only a hope that one day
From my mistakes I can learn
So I keep writing with all my vigour and I keep breathing with all my strength
And slowly slowly I heal
And slowly slowly I feel
That my poetry, a broken line, sometimes is bleak
But just like the life I breathe, it is always unique

© raaifshah