A Part of Me

Wed, 04/27/2016 - 19:07 -- EmmeM

When I open my mouth

Words are born

When I open my eyes

Colors flood my sight

When I take a breath 

My lungs contract

When I write

There is poetry

 

When everything is changing 

A line is formed

When my brain is turned off

I find my muse

When plans start to crumble 

My thoughts run free

When I look for a refuge

There is poetry

 

When I go to sleep 

My demons start to wake

When I open my eyes

Stress hangs over me 

When I open my mind 

A battle is begun

When I finally rest

There is poetry 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. 

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