Scribbles

I used to be ashamed of writing
Or sharing my verses with the rest
They were but scribbles on blemished paper
Meant to stay hidden from unworthy ears
But the more I kept writing, the more I grew tired
Of burying my rhymes beneath thick concrete
When all there is, is to warmly embrace them
Cry out the ardour for the world to believe

© living in verses

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  1. Sometimes, I think the world shames us for our writing and makes us feel as though we have to hide it. We guard it ferociously as a result, but our writing should be cherished and shared. Keep writing. Your light deserves to be seen.

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