Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
In a treasure chest only my eyes can see
I hide things that make me, me.
There you’ll find treasures of my own
poems too personal, drawings so imperfect, and sand from back home.
But here (in the blog world) I find chests open wide.
So I throw the key and join the fight.
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee