Words Through Pen (#673)

Being a poet, I tend to write how I feel,
Because saying it out loud, I may never will,
You’d think expression in voice would be enough,
But via voice, I couldn’t express the right stuff,
It was missing flavor and my flare,
It was bland, meaningless and bare,
Yet on paper, I could say something more,
I could speak straight from the core,
I can’t explain how or why,
Nor do I think I should even try,
Poetry is how I express,
It’s who I am, more or less,
To breathe is to write,
I’ve learned it’s something not to fight,
And so, I’ll continue to speak through my pen,
Now, tomorrow, again and again.

Any Thoughts?

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