The Poet Inside of Me
Walking, waiting, watching
As the nightingale whispers away
Sitting, staring, fearing
As my hopes run astray
Fear runs through the heart
As the poet sees her sorrow
Anxiety divides two worlds apart
As the future holds every tomorrow
Words fly off the page
As the joy escalates
The writer takes the stage
As a piece of her soul, she dedicates
The poet inside finds the courage to scream,
"This is truly my dream."
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