Writing in the darkA Poem by mendedwords
When a pen became a path
The pride was drawn out in inspiration, Slow assurance that allowed questions To knock harder At the doors of thought. Close friends emphasized while family drew curiosity that played On the morning plate of my intellect Although many would only pretend to understand, Asking the vague questions that were Only half answered. Gradually I became afraid to walk without it; The sun traced a new inspiration, or insurance just in case the mark was missed somehow. A harsh reality became nothing more than a spot to ink in, Bending where the pen never broke as the tip of the new day appeared. Sleep now an annoyance blocking out the truth. Every place became a new canvas While my bad days played a backdrop to ease the eyes to what life has become. The tube faded in color And lost its appeal. At times the reality is That this is a peculiar gift, And it is to be handled with great critique Falling off a invisible cliff. © 2014 mendedwordsReviews
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1 Review Added on October 9, 2014 Last Updated on October 9, 2014 Tags: Writing, Understanding AuthormendedwordsVandalia, OHAboutI am a recent college grad who has developed a passion for writing over the past few years, my goal is to find out who I am as a writer and to one day have my poetry published. more..Writing
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