My Poems
It’s time to write,
so I go back inside.
Within my memories,
I pick a story—
one I feel deeply connected to
at that particular moment.
I rewrite my memories,
I feel the emotions once more.
I write down the feeling itself,
willing to share with others
what I once felt…
or perhaps
simply to place it on paper.
No need for approval.
I do it for fun,
or perhaps
just for fulfillment.
Hoping deeply
it might touch at least one soul.
No need for many,
’cause I don’t truly seek notoriety.
Maybe…
just a tiny little impact
on someone’s existence.
It would be more than enough,
an achievement of mine.
S