After months of postponing this -writing in a blog I created a long time ago, I am finally ready (or I think I am).
Some poems come out easy, their words flow like a river with a steady current.
Some poems take days, months, years before they come out. They take time to break you open, push you to your limit and then stretch those limits before they emanate.
Some poems are the soft feeling of peace,others start a war in your being.
Some poems are blessings, they help you feel better, others are curses, they only leave you feeling worse.