I sit at my computer
staring at the screen.
I am trying to type
but the words roll away.
My mind, it is shuddering.
My lips, they are trembling.
My heart, it is bursting
with all the hopes
and fears
and dreams
wrapped up inside of me.
My fingers move,
words are born,
and the dam inside my mind
has exploded
with the the pressure of release.
Letters form words
and words form songs.
What are you afraid of?
Sing on.
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Author:
Elegant_Style (
Offline) - Published: November 24th, 2016 23:39
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Comments1
I really like this piece - I think it's great how the varying lengths of the stanzas build up to emphasise the final words and the advice they give. Well done! 😀 xx
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