Why I Write
Fingers shaking,
Lips quivering,
Pulse racing,
Feet tapping,
Thoughts pounding: begging to be set free.
But I don’t know how.
How do I let such thoughts, such ideas, that I have stuck in my head out?
Fingers calm.
Lips still
Pulse slowed
Feet planted
Thoughts set free
Pen to paper,
My thoughts, my ideas run wild.
This is why I write
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