Piece of Me

 

I love the way the letters form on a blank page,

Where a simple pen takes away my rage,

Expressing innermost thoughts and hidden fears,

Ink smudging in the marks of my drying tears.

When read aloud sweet words are spoken,

An undiscovered character has been awoken.

Exploring the darkness of an innocent mind,

Emptying the pain to leave it behind.

It is the light of my melting candle,

the satisfying click of a turning door handle

Opening my soul to a new direction

And saving my mistakes from unwanted correction.

Helping the puzzled to understand

that it's impossible for emotion to be planned,

because as each word forms it's a piece of me,

a unique section of my personality.

The End

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