The Poet Within
Im sitting here with my pad and my pen, prepared to write down thought that I'm feeling deep within.
But my thoughts and emotions are running wild, I'm even reminiscing on things I suffered through as a child.
One moment I'm laughing the next I'm crying, my thoughts are so deep I'm wondering if life is worth living or do I give up trying.
But I begin to see the beauty in life as it flows from my pen and onto my pad like a therapeutic cleanse.
It's the poet within me that thrives off these emotions, and is able to poetically deliver written words of ones struggle and pain, joy and laughter things lost and things gained.
This is a reflection of the thoughts in my head, I thought I would share it with the world, signed the poet within....
But my thoughts and emotions are running wild, I'm even reminiscing on things I suffered through as a child.
One moment I'm laughing the next I'm crying, my thoughts are so deep I'm wondering if life is worth living or do I give up trying.
But I begin to see the beauty in life as it flows from my pen and onto my pad like a therapeutic cleanse.
It's the poet within me that thrives off these emotions, and is able to poetically deliver written words of ones struggle and pain, joy and laughter things lost and things gained.
This is a reflection of the thoughts in my head, I thought I would share it with the world, signed the poet within....
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