Poem 6 – Promise.

Do you remember?

The promise that you made to yourself.

You don’t?

No wonder!

You wouldn’t be doing what you are doing, if you remembered your promise.

How does it feel?

Does it hurt?

It must.

Waking up, banging on the keys, more banging the keys, sleep, and repeat!

Wow, you must be really thriving.

I won’t argue. It is writing.

But, where is the soul to it?

Are you writing? Or are you lying?

Where are your stories?

Sleeping?

Dead?

Every story deserves to be told.

Some shitty. Some good. Some best.

Some read. Some unread. Some dead.

But, each story deserves to be told!

Go. Write. Let the World know your story.

Or make peace with breaking promise.