Write
because the tears you shed
were never meant to be silenced.
Write
because there are stories behind
every beat of your heart.
Write
and let your poems be proof
of your mistakes,
of your hardships,
of your heartbreaks.
Write
and let your sonnets be a witness
of your strength,
of your happiness,
of your recovery.
Write
because there are stories
that were never meant to be told
by your lips.
Write
because there are stories
that only your poems
could tell.
.
Write
and allow yourself
to get lost
along the trek.
Write
and allow yourself to drown
in the sea
of your own tragedy.
Keep on writing,
even if it makes you reminisce
all the almost forgotten memories
and brings you right back to all those familiar places.
Keep on writing,
even if you’ll feel your heart being ripped out of your chest
and even if you’ll feel all the walls you put up slowly crumble.
Keep on writing,
even if all the metaphors in the world run out
and there’s nothing left for you
but torn pages.
Keep on writing
heedlessly,
write fearlessly,
write vehemently.
Just write,
and let your poems
go down in history
so that when the time comes
that the world is in need of hope
and asks for the truth,
what you have once written on paper
will make sense one day,
and your words
will never be replaced.
