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)
He wished for me to lose the fight
He wished it for me in spite of what I was fighting for
And I hated him for that
Until I learned
Winning wasn’t a lesson to learn
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee