Apr 2013
Like a drop of rain that trickles down a crisp blade of grass only to dissapear, I sprinkle my emotions onto this page with the hope that when they reach the end they will be absorbed in.
In the solitude of my scribblings I can SCREAM and not worry about who I offend, I can cry or be invisible to judging eyes that would persecuite me for divulging my secrets, my hidden sin.
The walls of life can come crashing down around me and the sky may fill with dis-heartening clouds of doom, but I can hide from it all behind the safety of my paper and pen.
I can be anyonomous, no one
has to know that these worries are mine, or I can be bold shoutting my sorrows from the rooftop, I can be a giant among men.
Just like the effervescent glow from the moon on a brisk fall evening washes over all, I am able share the beauty of the words I feel inside with the world, I'm able to let them shine on.
Thru my writting my thoughts can become immortalized and these words that are written on my heart are then bared for all to see until the moment when all time is gone.
In the solitude of my scribblings I can SCREAM and not worry about who I offend, I can cry or be invisible to judging eyes that would persecuite me for divulging my secrets, my hidden sin.
The walls of life can come crashing down around me and the sky may fill with dis-heartening clouds of doom, but I can hide from it all behind the safety of my paper and pen.
I can be anyonomous, no one
has to know that these worries are mine, or I can be bold shoutting my sorrows from the rooftop, I can be a giant among men.
Just like the effervescent glow from the moon on a brisk fall evening washes over all, I am able share the beauty of the words I feel inside with the world, I'm able to let them shine on.
Thru my writting my thoughts can become immortalized and these words that are written on my heart are then bared for all to see until the moment when all time is gone.
