Writing For Free

12 am

Night Shift is on

My iPhone rests on my chest cradled by hands that dash across the touch screen keyboard

I’m writing for free

I’m writing discreet

I’m writing to overcome disbelief

But then again I never cared how my art was perceived

I say what I say and speak what I mean

Radiant and radical I’m more than the rhymes in this poetry

More than a couple lines, or hypotheses

Guesses on who I could be

Should be

I pick and choose what pleases me

What pleases he

Him who created the inner world that revolves around ease

Blissed out and in love with my dreams

I walk in them and call them my peace

Pieces of an incomplete tapestry

The stories that my mother used to weave

Parables and passionate memories

Singing hymns under acacia trees

I’m writing for free

Writing to release dopamine

Writing to fill loose leaf lined paper in hopes of publishing the mystery that is me

©️HajiThePoet

I usually write the same thing here but to be honest I want to switch it up. Thank you for reading and for receiving me. Thank you for returning to self and embracing the word that is as much apart of you as it is me. Keep creating! Keep elevating! Keep making ART.💫