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)
There it goes
Hiding behind logic and what it knows
An idea that’s not fully formed
The thought changes and grows
Quietly lurking in a corner of my brain
Not ready to scream out its name
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee