In solitude, I take pen to page
With thoughts that need not be caged
For words are my escape, my flight
Dear reader, this is the reason I write.
Like Emily, I seek solace in rhyme
A sanctuary in the midst of time
My heart spills out in every line
For poetry, my love, is truly divine.
It's a way to escape reality
To explore the depths of my mentality
Ink flowing freely, no need to pretend
My words, my truth, my heart, I defend.
With every verse, I find my voice
A sense of purpose, a sense of choice
For poetry is my calling, my art
And it speaks to the depths of my heart.
Like Emily, I see the world in words
Each line a painting, each thought a bird
That soars and sings in endless flight
This is the reason I write, with all my might.
For in this world, where chaos reigns
My pen is my solace, my tranquil plains
I weave my thoughts, my fears, my joys
And create a symphony, a written noise.
So when you read these lines I pen
Know that my heart, my soul, my all, I send
For poetry is my lifeline, my guide
And for this reason, I write, with Emily by my side.
- Author: Angela ( Offline)
- Published: April 30th, 2024 17:29
- Comment from author about the poem: Emily Dickinson is my idol I find her riveting brave and wonderful she was ahead of her time so this is for her.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 4
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