When I Write

Thu, 08/15/2013 - 15:23 -- gina21


When I write

I free from shackles

a superabundance of energy

that swells within me



closes in

pulses through my veins

rattles my bones

endlessly searches for that moment of glory when

pen graces paper


When I write

I write to capture what is

so fleeting

so small

so easily forgotten,

in the silence of the moonlit night

in the quiet of the sun-streaked morning

every letter is a bursting scream into the universe



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