The journey starts with ink and pen
I sit and write the world away
For when the blackness seeks me out
I with poetry will stay
Define myself in ways so bright
The letters flow and so do I
To fight against the darkest night
With poetry I touch the sky
There can thoughts fly free as falcons
When I write stars dance for me
Poems fly through the tips of fingers
Words unending as the sea
I love my notebook full of dreams
The puzzle pieces of myself
When I am ripping at the seams
To this I turn upon the shelf
And sit to wield the sword of words
In one gleaming, glittering ark
With writing I am always free
On this journey I embark
Nice job! I can relate to this piece so well. My writing is an escape, it's therapy, and it's where I am free to be completely me.
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With poetry I touch the sky - Love this!!!