Paper and Pen
Has always been
My weapon of choice
Carrier of my voice
My comfort, my escape
Here on the page;
I feel most safe.
Still somedays I wonder
If only my voice could speak
As articulately
Perhaps the world could be
Just as meant for me...
So maybe.
I'll just try, a little
To speak out
With words that are not brittle.
Dec 13, 2022
Dec 13, 2022 at 10:40 PM UTC
Paper and Pen
Has always been
My weapon of choice
Carrier of my voice
My comfort, my escape
Here on the page;
I feel most safe.
Still somedays I wonder
If only my voice could speak
As articulately
Perhaps the world could be
Just as meant for me...
So maybe.
I'll just try, a little
To speak out
With words that are not brittle.
Perhaps I wasn't meant to stay in a book forever...
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