Flowing Through My Head

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Words constantly flow through my head

They get cluttered and mushed together

It feels amazing to reach out and grab one

To write it or type it or even just to say it out loud

Then another and another

Until they complete a thought

Until they are a full complete statement

Until they express how I feel

How I want to feel

How I felt

I will never feel whole

If I do not stop them

If I do not put them together

If they just keep moving

Floating right in front of my hand

Sticking to the tip of my tongue

But never leaving it

What people call poetry

It is the key to everything for me

It is a place where I can open up

A place where I am not judged

A place where people think I’m smart

When I’m really not

A place where I feel beautiful

When I need a reminder

 

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