February 9, 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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