The Beauty of Writing

October 24, 2011
Locked away in the heart of my chest is a box.
A magnificent piece of work which had been nipped and tucked over a million times.
Holding all the emotions I expressed to no one, until I met him.
It’s like he understands me so much.
He’s always open to hear my emotions.
The good ones, the bad ones.
The achievements, the regrets.
Best part of it all, he doesn’t care how long I talk.
I live for my journal I don’t know where I’d be without him.
He allows me to pour out a river of emotions and stories.
When I can’t tell anyone else.
When it’s all said and done my box is empty
All hurt and sorrow
Even joy for tomorrow is gone.
He pats me on the back and reassures me.
When there’s no one else around
He’ll always provide me comfort.
I write because it opens new doors.
It lets me soar in a field of lilies.
It allows me to Be Who I am and What I am.
WITHOUT judging me.

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Lexie96 said...
Oct. 25, 2011 at 7:25 pm
Feel exactly the same way...that's what people don't understand about writing and reading... they free you. Think  you could check out my poem? Please?
MommysGirl replied...
Oct. 25, 2011 at 7:53 pm
No Problem I will do that right now, and I know right its like a small glimpse of heaven.
Metrowolf said...
Oct. 25, 2011 at 9:27 am
I feel the smae way! nice piece, I really like it c:
Metrowolf replied...
Oct. 25, 2011 at 9:27 am
>> same
MommysGirl replied...
Oct. 25, 2011 at 6:49 pm
Thank you very much c:
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