Just the other day I decided to reminisce.

Nostalgia overwhelmed me as I remembered every word.

Those poems are my life.

Those poems are the words I couldn’t say out loud,

the feelings I couldn’t confess.

the anger I needed to vent,

and the happiness I wanted to remember.

Those feelings just couldn’t stay in my head,

so they overflowed through my pen onto my page,

articulated yet still just mine.

A waterfall of letters formed into words,

thoughts from my head were on the paper in front of me.

Now as I read them years from when I wrote them,

they still have the meaning they did at the time.

The anger.

The sadness.

The happiness.

It all comes back to me.