Poetry • maybe

maybe, one day,
i won’t be able to write anymore.
maybe, my soul won’t
be able
to express itself,
to create new worlds,
and give life
to the many opportunities i didn’t take,
exploring what i could have been.
sometimes, this really scares me;
i am not sure of who i am,
without my verses and stories,
but maybe, one day,
i will have to figure it out.
maybe, then, only,
will i truly get to know me.

Inès B.

Photo: Bouquet of Flowers, Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

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