While learning to bleed

I entered the literary world

years ago

before The Beatles sang

Yellow Submarine

had no clue

my thoughts of disarray

would last this long

almost like a lingering song

one you heard and can’t forget.

The journey I’ve taken so far

filled with peaks and valleys

sheets and dirt

cool summer breezes,moonlit nights

and along the path found

love and heartbreak

loss and memories

which I wrote about

shared.

I guess the years have been kind

fate has twisted my beliefs

but through it all

my basket of life

has been distributed well.

Literary world

an escape

I have scaled the walls

scraped my knees

while learning to bleed

emotion.