Pen to PaperA Poem by Anna
Pen to paper,
In words I find my serenity. Filling pages, once empty, full Each word comes together to tell a story; to define an emotion. When I write light is shone on the darkest parts of my soul With every stroke of ink, I spill my deepest desires and insecurities out; things the outside world would never see, or care to notice. Somehow these words once thoughts drifting around in my psyche, begging to be let out are expressed so much sweeter coming from my hands than they ever could from my mouth. I write to clean every part of my fragile heart that I have allowed you to touch with your dirty hands. I write to still the constant chaos in my mind I write, because I don't know what else to do I write, to ease the pain.
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