Where the Stories Reside

July 4, 2013

The depth of my soul,

the doubt in my mind,

the strength of my heart,

expossed as I write.

Rigors and imagination,

together in one accord,

I write to solve an issue,

which is controlling my world.

To create a scene,

to make a seemless ryhme,

and share my dreams,

is why I write.

Poetry is an outlet,

to which I confided,

Escape to a Dream,

Where the stories reside.

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