I write because my mind overflows
Words spill out onto paper in pieces
A puzzle of sorts, binding them
Joining words together gratifies
Meaning derived at puzzles completion
Poetry speaks of darkness, light
The mundane, nature, love
Driven to write
Passion exudes
Ironically, I struggle to find
Words to express
The significance of
Poetry in my life
My confidant
My therapy
Ecstasy
Words follow me
I follow them
The power of the written word
Compels
I write
I have no other choice
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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Comments4
Raw and exposing a poem of a poet that like many of us are compelled to write just as we are compelled to speak what is on our mind. Nicely written Katie
Thank you, Soren!
You are most welcome Katie
Kaite, I know that feeling…writing not as an option but as something that has to happen. That sense of being compelled, even when the words don’t come easy…yeah, that’s real. Strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you kindly, Tristan.
A deep compelling being, so nicely worded 🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you so very much. I appreciate your read and review.
Good write K. No writer's block there!
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