This is Why
I pray everyday
that I can grow others
through the growth of myself
that these words fly off the page
or are picked up off the shelf
they thrive and they flourish
they breath the breath of life
just inhale the miracles
as well as the strife
these words may not mean much to you
but they mean the world to me
writing has turned my emotions
into a tangible thing
understanding the past present and future
looking at me and looking at you
whether driven by chords on a guitar
the beats of a drum
or with just the sound of my voice
I hope my words are soothing
and drown out the noise
by hearing great writers
read their lines from a page
it inspired me
to find relief
in poetry
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