Poems from myda
If I couldn't express myself, I wouldn't be me.
Just trying to navigate life of being 23
through all of my own personal poetry.
If today I die purposefully,
just know it wasn’t me.
All these voices in my head,
they keep me up.
At night I barely sleep.
Bad enough...
It is late on a Sunday,
my hair in a rut.
Anyone else might have left
but you,
you would not.
Through thunder
through rain,
you teach...