I am not prone to reading poems these days...
I would have said
I'm not reading poems anymore.

But that's not what I intend to imply.

Anymore... It is a word you end sentences with
When you're talking about something
You remember of fondly.

I do not remember reading poems fondly.

Because all the times I decided to flick through pages of a book that weighed around a kilo,

Or Google "poems about heart ache",
I wasn't really happy about it.

There was no joy in realizing that
the most beautiful thing to come out of someone like me
Is that poem.

Someone like me
Has to be someone
Who has felt like me.

And although poetry is a refuge;
The walls echo a singular grey truth.

That although, it might console you
That there was someone,
That there is someone
Just like you...

It might terrify you
That there may be,
Can be
And will be
Someone just like you.
© Anmol