"Do I write?" I ask myself,
Drawing pictures in blue ink.
Surrendering this blank page
Is that what my heart seeks?
"Do I pick up the pen
After all the time spent away?"
Release the lock on my heart
And give it to the world today.
"Yes" is the answer, for it brings me joy
While relieving me of pain.
So yes, I'll write or at least start
To put my words on this page.
It doesn't have to be perfect,
It doesn't have to be exact
I only need to go for it
And watch the rest unwrap.
Too long I've waited,
Not sure what to write;
When all that was needed
Was to give my pen life.
Poetry makes me happy;
The rhythm, the rhyme,
The emotions you empty
Showing your true inside.
I miss the powerful feeling;
Of letting the pen flow,
Watching it take its course
With no knowledge of where it will go.
written by Evelyn Creon
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