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Ingrid Ohls
Poems
Jun 2010
Me... In the Ink
To some, this is writing on a page.
To other's it is a form of art.
To me, a look into my soul.
Where I pick up a pen and words flow through my heart.
On to paper.
This ability of mine,
Or, in some eyes lack of,
Helps me be me.
Cleansing of my soul.
After I write,
I am calm.
Rejuvenated.
Able to face more problems,
And identify solutions.
No one told me to do this.
This is something I did myself.
The words found me,
Come in and healed me.
Once again, I set them free.
Someone might read my words and see my talent.
Some may say I am not talented.
To either of these people,
I say "I do not care"
My word formations,
I made them for me.
I made them so I could help myself,
So I could carry on with a brave face,
If you open your mind and read my words,
Open your eye's you are looking into my soul.
If the words help in a time of need.
I smile at myself.
If not I will still do the same.
When I write,
I can mould a language.
I am in control of it all.
So when life spins horribly out of control.
When the words just wont leave my mouth.
I run to my hiding place and immerse myself,
In ink.
copyright Ingrid Ohls 2010
Written by
Ingrid Ohls
Guelph, ON
(Guelph, ON)
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