Losing self and esteem that holds me strong
I trudge through the right and many wrongs
Visit memories where there was
confidence in abundance
To know how I survived
moments that choked me
to breathlessness;
I want that
Bold me,
Again.
This poem form is ETHEREE(Reverse) which I learned very recently. It has an interesting styling of syllables in each of the 10 lines. This also gives the poem a visual appeal.
The forward Etheree has increasing syllables with each line from 1 - 10.
The reverse Etheree has decreasing syllables with each line from 10 - 1.
Image Credits - Google Images
Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)