
~westie
I used to write a lot more than I do now. Mostly stream of consciousness sculpted into something coherent (semi so) as I went along. An angry rant about a government turning into a story of a wilting flower on a roadside struggling against tarmac oppression...I used to write in my teens.
Words poured from my soul
onto the page in great fluid streams
of feeling and love and anger
of hopes, goals, and dreams.
Looking back, I know not
how or why it ceased
how 17 years I stopped
and existed without expression
on paper caught.
In turmoil, I found me again
and began writing once more
by chance picking up a pen-
poetry saving my soul
becoming closest friend.
I write to feed a part of me
that without words will wither
into nothing, poetry
soothes the soul and
allows me to breathe.
jweeble
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