The Write Road

When words of mouth couldn't explain, I chose a different road. Frustration builds and mountains rise, seems like a heavy load. I went upstairs and stared ahead, Unsure of what to do. The words built up and then I thought, "This will help me through." I grabbed a pen and simple sheet, Then poured my thoughts of woe. Time went on and soon my life, Really began to show. Writing was the only way, to keep this heart at peace. Now in my life, I can say, I have a brand new lease.

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