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.
It all comes back to me.