Feelings of Ink and Paper

Seas of words come unbidden to me

A storm of letters wanting to flee

From the mental cage holding them in

Through willing fingers, accomplice to sin,

That clickety-clack away to produce...

A silly sonnet about goose??

 

I sigh, close my eyes to the lines I'd lain out,

Wishing for lovely verses to flout.

I tried, oh I tried, I truly did,

To show the happiness stuck in my ID.

But I grow too weary of this lack of song,

So with a frustrated hiss, I say so long

To my discordant lyrics that sound so wrong.

 

For years I have not attempted to write so again,

In fear that I may just be spouting in vain,

But I have found courage as I have read through

Hundreds of poems that have changed my world view.

I now write inspired, by all sorts of things,

From rainbows to pencils to rainy springs,

Devoutly determined to express my whole being,

In ink and paper feelings.

This poem is about: 
Me

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