Why is it so hard to write poems?

It’s easier to write when the words are spilling out of you, every paragraph rife with details as you paint a picture you yourself haven’t seen, as much as in awe as the reader reading it for the first time. It’s easier when you can shout out to the world what you want to say instead of having to whisper it into the wind as it passes you by.

Because that’s what poems are. Whispers. Uttered in the night as you stare at the moon, carved into the lonely corners of your notebook as you stare at the empty walls in front of you. It’s scary, it’s exciting, like a runaway on the road for the first time.

It’s Love.

It’s everything you ever wanted, everything you ever heard about since you were a kid, life’s fulfilment wrapped in a...