***A poem about writing poems***

Once upon a time 

In a world full of rhyme

I made a poem

With the jumbled words of mine



I walk on a thin path

Only with grief and wrath

I tumbled and fell

Sometimes in holes or sometimes in hell



No light to be seen

The poem was thin

Since I lost so much vocabulary 

When I fought the demon of memory



I walked, rested and then walked again 

I got lost so many times in this mind game

Hopeful about my own creation of line string

I felt like birthing the spring



Flower wreath on my head

As I joyfully read

The poetry I created 

With my heart instead



***Shu***

  
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