Writing
I write to ease the pain of the day,
untold with many stories to say.
My pen moves swiftly along each line,
while I sit here and wait for the words to align.
Hours upon hours,
while each word empowers.
They each tell a tale,
with many secrets to unveil.
Such a strong power,
so I just sit here and cower,
while I stow each secret away.
This poem is about:
Me