《Shards of Sugar (2022 - x) - [Poetry By Eclipse 3]》my letter to you; the reader
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Poetry, I've realised lately, is something I cannot live HEALTHILY without. It is a form of self expression for me. It is like therapy. And without it, I'd be lost, tied to the silent night and thus my thoughts.
Without it, my emotions would be talked about too much with the people around me, since I cannot ever seem to communicate shortly, I cannot be to the point very well,
I am more articulate, more eloquent when I have the space to think, when I have peace, and this passion and skill for poetry that I thank God for every time I am proud of a poem I write.
That's why, you may notice, I have many poems on this account.
Over 260 I think it was. But the number does not matter. The point is, I started writing poetry in 2020. And though I said that I would stop after my second poetry book titled "Finding the Edge", I did.
But I only did for a few days.
This is because my life got stressful after finishing finding the edge as I realised that exams were coming. So, I resorted to poetry again.
To self-expression.
My sister had even said I should never have stopped when I told her I did.
She had asked "why?", but I did not know at the time, how I could not live without poetry, so I simply lied.
And finally, it's time to break this ice of formality to show you that I mean every single freaking word of this chapter. I'm being serious. The last two days have been mentally taxing but now that I have cried, and have talked about it with my family (perhaps too extensively) and have gotten it off my chest, I have also taken the advice we glued together with our sensible, thoughtful minds.
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That advice being that I should keep writing poetry. And just have a balance of poetry and work/my obligations.
Then, and only then, can I remain happy, content, and remain the weird, possibly funny, crackhead that is so often relaxed (maybe a bit too relaxed or chill), and full of personality with the people I'm comfortable with and full of dignity and respect towards those whom I know not.
But, to speak in casual slang again, i seriously mean this guys. Never put unrealistic expectations and this immense pressure on yourselves, have faith in your journey, and you'll be just fine.
Have balance and belief.
So, from one poet to another,
Or perhaps from a poet to a dear, loyal, sweet reader,
I present to you (how theatrical), my poems, all of which, are nothing but self-expression.
They are all shards of sugar intended to sweeten both my life, and the lives of those who read it, as they will all have a lovely, sparkly tinge of optimism in them.
Because, if you sometimes don't feel okay (which is okay), then reading poems that are true self expression do what I feel added with a positive light outlook on life would be the perfect thing to do to lift your spirits!
So, smile, laugh, be thrilled!
Feel the joy and kill the acrimony!
As you embark on your journey to collect every shard of sweet sugar this book has to offer.
Yours truly sincerely,
Eclipse/Onyx. 🔘
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Where to Find More Poetry:
Main Account: @DarkenedEclipse739
Second Account:
Instagram Account (only post poetry there): @Pretty_Pristine_Poetry
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