The REASON..A Poem by AMarieWith pen in hand and thought in mind, I write. I write to escape you, I write to degrade you; To honor you, to dishonor you, To bring to light, all that is true. I write.
With pen in hand and thought in mind, I work. My work is strong, my work is long. My work envelopes and consumes; To enlighten, then to doom. My work comes easily, and leaves just as easy, and yet, I work.
With pen in hand and thought in mind, I teach. Or is reality, I preach? I preach to teach, to strengthen and supply, For words live on, they can never die. A lesson learned the hard way earned, Is worth the effort, and so, I teach.
With pen in hand and thought in mind, I grow. From child to adult; and in reverse again, My sanity spills forth from the tip of my pen. I grow from knowledge, I grow from ignorance. I’ve grown to love, and grown to hate. With pen in hand and thought in mind, I grow. © 2014 AMarieFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on July 11, 2014 Last Updated on July 11, 2014 AuthorAMarieTucson, AZAboutMy story is simple. A hurt and angry little girl, a carefree and rebellious teen, a young naïve mother and wife, a vibrant introvert turned Queen. more..Writing
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