my weeping pen
cries tears of ink
birthed by the emotional
thoughts i think
an empathetic pad
soaks up the pain
on each naked line
words leave black & blue stains
the strength of each stanza
is creative expression
poetic intimacy
and an emotional resurrection
my thoughts are no longer dormant
and escape their grave
my spirit comes to life
and gets lost on the page
pushing creativity
to rise to new heights
an eye opening invitation
for you to take a glimpse at my plight
let your eyes slowly glide
in and out of each line
let me write on your soul
as you read about mine...
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