Warmth
We are warm-blooded
But some of us grew up cold
Some of us were taught to keep our mouths closed
"Speak when spoken to"
But with a pen
When you pick a pen
And push the ink to the paper
You learn how to speak again
Where you once felt cold
A spark flies
Your heart opens
Your mind wonders
The possibilities are limitless
Where your heart felt neglected
The pen attempts to heal you
The rhymes, stanzas, verses, and lines
An art of your own
A creation of your mind, body, and soul
You wake up
And find comfort in the warmth
This poem is about:
Me
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