Sunday 23 February 2014

Poem - Pen And Paper

I don't understand this urge to write,
But it's there just the same
With the same compelling drive
As the need to own my name

It's a calming soothing release
As it strikes my edginess
It pours out all my anguish
And relieves me of my stress

Pen across paper, ink flowing free
Words take form beneath my hand
It soothes the soul, and clears the mind
Like a stroll across the sand

Pen and paper, my release
My escape from the day to day
Everything I see will change
I recreate, I mold like clay

I write what I feel and see
Words are my life, my soul
They'll show you what's inside
Broken, incomplete, or whole

You'll see the real, honest me
If you take the time to look
My words reveal all of me
Like a smoothly written book.

1 comment:

  1. Nicely done! Yet so often we use our words to conceal, not reveal.

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