January 2, 2018

What a gift words are,
imperfect as they may be

What a gift writers have
Ones who can express their words

The liberation they must feel

To not have them tangled up inside
begging to be free

What a gift artists have.
Those who can draw and paint.
the more I learn to write and speak
The louder the pictures scream
Trapped in my head
Searching for release in ink

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