Poetry potluck wk 14- Writing


I write to set free emotions

To remember the tears

And to somehow forget the commotions

 

Writing is my therapy, my sanity

The words that come out of me have a yearning to live

They have their own vanity

 

These words come to life

As soon as they hit the air

Cutting through like a knife

 

These words are me

Who I am

They are merely the debris of my heart

 

Jingle Poetry

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