Unhinged

These poems started out as little reminders to myself as I navigated different terrains and landscapes experiencing things like I had never done before. There was always a ruse or a pretext to not speak the unspoken or to not write the unwritten. But in life there are moments when truth is all that matters and everything a person has been saying using 'sugar coated' words holds no ground at all. What is the point of writing if the fear of judgment review or criticism compels an artist to re-trace creative footsteps just to make the journey seem write worthy?