Trace My Soul
A pen for my heart,
that was once lost in the dark.
Unable to find a way to say
all that I felt in my days.
You broke through the silence, the madness, and tears
to bring me poetry that put my mind in the clear.
With this gift, we wrote a play of poetry that somehow adhered.
Selected as one of ten plays, filled with raw and real,
we kept writing together with great cheer,
reading our poems loud for all to hear!
The journey of the pen through our highs and lows
still has a way of tracing our souls for all to be exposed.
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