I’m nothing but words,
Letters strung together.
I imagine the world too,
Only from you, I differ.
I soak gallons each day,
From my surroundings,
In an attempt to absorb,
Sorrows and glad tidings.
I recover from the present,
Put words to my thought.
I can have only a few words,
In them I explain a lot.
With a fierce purpose,
I jostle through my poetry.
In it forever captured,
Remains an essence of me.
I write boldly and proudly,
Hiding behind no curtain.
When gladdened or aggrieved,
No matter, I’ll write for certain.
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Wowieeeeee!! I absorb too, a lot, fathom less, I absorb, but restless me, strive, end up striving only, to shape my absorption into words. I fail, I loose persistence and perseverance.
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Don’t lose hope. Keep writing. Write little, but write all the same 🙂
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