Elegant_Style

Release

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.

Comments1

  • SabreLi

    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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