21. Writing From Pain
A life that is broken,
A life that doesn't make sense,
A life that can be forgotten
With only a paper and a pen.
A life that is broken,
A life that doesn't make sense,
A life that can be forgotten
With only a paper and a pen.
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A poem's but a whisper
That lingers on the breeze.
A few unspoken words
Appear like falling leaves.
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She never liked to read,
Because she was always in her own head.
So she wrote of all the things she knew,
And made her own stories instead.
Lately, I have really struggled to write,
I think of an idea, but I think "no, not tonight."
I try and I try, but I can't seem to find my rhyme,
I don't have the motivation, and I don't have the time.
I'm sure a lot of us can relate to this poem. We all have moments when the words just won't flow. Well done putting it into a poem. Best wishes, Ann
In a world of books, I am one of a kind,
My cover worn and tattered, but my story intertwined.
Through countless hands, I've been passed along,
A tale of adventure, love, and song.
personifying it as a unique and storied individual in a world of books. It reflects on the enduring magic and treasures found within the worn pages, urging readers to gently explore its...