You Can't Stop Me

March 11, 2012
You can never stop me writing
no matter how trifling
these words may sound.

Even if only clichés fall
or nothing comes at all,
I will never put my pencil down.

Because it’s I the soft warmth of a poem,
like a lover’s arms, that I am at home,
and where, always, I will be found.

My heart beats with rhythm and meter
and it is lines and words I feed her
because to language I am fatefully bound.

I see the looks in their eyes,
the empty confusion they can not hide.
With them I will never find common ground.

But even if I am all alone
with only pen and paper to call my own
I will still take the long way ‘round.

I will never stop my pen
from letting go all I hold in
because only on paper am I safe and sound.

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