#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
Every nostalgia that touched my heart and all latent pain giving life to those pages...
Paper with all it's patience dusted me up,
moulded me into someone....
Who today is writing this poem,
healing along the way ,
And somewhere struggling to be the one....born to told stories with all the pain underneath.
© Sanne