Why i do what i do

June 17, 2011
I open to a clean page
I get my pen in hand
I sit and think, and think some more
I try to understand

The words come flowing through me
In a tsunami of a flood
I feel them rushing through me
I feel it in my blood

The pen hits paper, ink runs out
My words start to appear
I write of good times, joy and fun
I write of anger and tears

I write of stories in my mind
Of a tortoise and a lemon tart
I write of love and hope sometimes
I write what’s in my heart

My pen is on the paper
I hold it in my hand
I try to get my feelings out
and help the world understand

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