Cartoon by: Ariana Faith Par
Published by: Kristine Joyce Soriano
Date Published: April 9, 2025
Time Published: 10:46 AM
Category: Poetry
Subject: The Awakening of a Poetβs Heart
I never meant to hold a pen,
To string my thoughts like paper men.
Words were weights I wouldnβt lift,
A fleeting art, a passing drift.
I laughed at those who bared their souls,
Who carved their hearts in verses whole.
Poetry, I used to sayβ
Was just a game I wouldnβt play.
But then, I saw you lost in lines,
Tracing truths between the signs.
You read each stanza like a vow,
As if it lived inside you now.
And so, the ink began to spill,
Not by force, but by my will.
I wrote, not asking for a place,
But just to hear you trace my name.
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