Peace

Thoughts caught in my throat

Words trapped behind my teeth

Gestures won't sufice

I'll find myself a pen and paper, then I can bring my words to life

Reveries and bottled emotions flowing through my veins, tickling the tips of my fingers

All finally painting a picture

Once jumbled thinking now finally making sense

Mind and body suddenly at ease

This what I do to feel at peace

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