Lines for Letters

June 9, 2016

Lines form letters, and letters form words.

Words form stories, and stories are heard.

My voice is quiet; I don't speak my mind.

I put pen to paper and fear is left behind.

My lyrics prance across the page,

No longer trapped. No more cage.

With the words I am me.

With these words I am free.

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