A Poets PleaA Poem by poetforlifeJust thoughts about why all of us do thisDo my words give me worth? Does understanding grow their girth? Is it a fear of face to face that pours my words onto a page? There are ways to express and this may not be the best But the letters are like friends in a dance with my pen. Some say talking is the best and though they may be right no one can interrupt my thoughts it's me and them tonight. Bottled up inside is never the best way I let the words flow out I say just what I say. When I see in black and white what I feel inside my soul It makes me want to start again renews my spirit, whole. Put it down on paper that's what we writers do There's no hiding behind walls We're spilling out our truth.
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6 Reviews Added on October 6, 2008 Last Updated on October 6, 2008 AuthorpoetforlifeAboutThis creative process is such a great outlet for me. You can pretty much tell my whole life through my poetry. I love to write. It is water, breath and air to me. It's the cheapest form of therapy I k.. more..Writing
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