How Much I Wish

To be a grown adult bleeding with black ink

How much I wish my first language is English The feeling of being inadequate much less intense while I admire the pieces written by beautiful souls

How much I wish I can write long-form effortlessly The feeling of shame would hurt less whenever my poem is spoken by a curator that finish in seconds instead of minutes

How much I wish I can keep writing until I reach to the bottom of the story instead of writing unfinished stories

How much I wish I can write every day to make my pen bleed ink How much I wish to be better to be eloquent to be a grown adult bleeding with black ink

How much I wish