Release

Sun, 07/08/2018 - 18:45 -- E Bee

It’s the words I can’t say,

but need to let out.

It’s the emotions I can’t express,

but need to release.

 

It’s that moment

in the middle of the school day.

It’s that 11 p.m. scramble

to find paper and write.

 

I can’t write every day;

I can’t force it out of me.

I need a spark, a feeling,

that elicits that fire within,

which only a poem

can satisfy.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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