The alphabet was created centuries upon centuries ago from
Scratch.

This poem was formed indecently
By brain matter, waves and
Fingers.

By my own hand like by theirs the Romans
Created a written language to share
Experiences.

We create poetry, stories and diaries
By our own hands to record our brain fuelled
Wanderlust.

So why do I have a fear of sharing my handcrafted letters
Which have a vice of their own and a
Path.

Why do I create words tinged with sadness and lines dotted with
Blades.

Poems I can't read.
Poems I'm scared to share.

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