My art

I have no explanations for my absence.  I'm sorry.

It's been a while I did this
Clothed my words in the obscurity that poetry provides
Coded words
Double meanings
Can I still do this
Let me inspire your heart with words I write even if they feel wrong
They feel like empty whispers fighting hurricanes
Feeble
But you can hear them
Can't you?
My art
That one  shoe that you abandon
But it's the most comfortable you own
And no matter how many times you promise to get rid of them
You can't
Because it's been through everything with you
And the holes in it are proof of the battles you fought with it
Even though it's battle weary
It's still a part of you
That's how I feel like right n ow
Like I'm rambling
But I'm not.