A pen in hand.
A tear in my eye.
On the paper are
the feelings I hide.
A human by nature.
A poet by choice.
Yet the world pretends,
I have no voice.
I write how I feel,
because nobody else will.
I write from the heart,
on the pages I fill.
When reading my poems
You will find the life that I lead.
You will see a girl that knows
love is the greatest need.
very good Theresa. i think that sums up the writers life
ReplyDeleteOur pain will guide our beauty that we create. I love this Theresa. smiles
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