The Words
The blank page taunts.
Cannot express in words so
I pour out my soul.
They come from nowhere.
No meaning until combined,
The letters within.
The words speak volumes
That can't be verbally said
Filling up my life.
Need to let it out,
A vomit of ideas
Paralyze the soul.
It flows through the pen.
They're given life from the mind
But born in the heart.
The written word is
An extension of the self
Through which you can grow.
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