Identifying myself

Without pen and paper
And an ongoing flow of words,
I am nothing.
To find beauty in plain words,
Syllables that turn ordinary thought into beauty
Is something extraordinary.
If I could not express my life through
Artful sentence construction I would be dust.
Vanquished by a stolen thought
And a voice that could not make a sound.
Through paper
I find solstice
Something that can pull my thoughts
Into something that makes sense.
Scribbles and scratches form a passion.
Poetry is to learn who you are
Because you did not know before
The thoughts that crossed your own mind.

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Comments

authorgirl001

Just wanted to say I loved the juxtaposed imagery in this poem. It is simple yet delightful to read. Way to go!

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