When I Write
When I write,
My soul feels like, oooh…. and….. aahhhhh,
Feeling full of purpose,
Knowing my words become nothing less of worthless….
When I write,
My heart skips single beats,
Feeling so important,
People would trade in being dormant,
To understand me.
When I write,
My inner being is released,
Like a bird flying free.
When I write everything changes,
Even the world,
As I transform to a young woman, from a little girl.
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