Work in progressA Poem by Kaitlyn This one is actually for someone. Although I wonder if I'll ever have the courage to let her read it...
If this is who I am, who am I to be?
Could it truly be I'm only limited by me? If I could craft a picture without saying it was I, where would I dare put myself in days not yet passed by? What medium would I use, pencil, or pen? What of marks I did not mean? What happens then? And if some crucial focal point of my life departs, what could it hope to represent in then symbolic arts? Do I leave it all to chance and fill the lines with hope? How am I to deal with change? How then must I cope? If I could craft a picture without saying it was me, would I dare to make strokes bold and wide? To let my soul be free? © 2015 KaitlynAuthor's Note
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Added on October 14, 2015 Last Updated on October 14, 2015 Author
Kaitlynbetween the salt water and the sea strand, RIAboutAll the pieces have come together and the clouds are rolling in. You can feel it in the Earth, taste it in the Air, see it in the Water and hear it in the Fire. After all this time, I'm finally goi.. more..Writing
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