Putting away the childish things...then picking them up again

I threw away all of my poems,

from times and circumstances passed and past.

I threw away all of my poems,

for I thought those days could never last.

I threw away all of my poems,

I thought that it was the right thing to do.

Now I keep all of my poems

well written prose and corny clichés alike

Now I keep all of my poems

through them, to inner me

they shine a light.

- cocoaTea.poetry

composed 15.3.24