Born in me..

Writing to me, is life. That’s as direct and true as I can put it. No matter what the emotion or state of mind I am in, there is no better way, for me than to put it into words, to communicate what I feel at that moment to a mostly unknown world.



Born in me
a beautiful gift
to write my heart
in times of rift
through memories sift
in a poetic art

Born in me
words but few
emotions to express
bring out new
paintings for you
once under duress

Born in me
a joyous desire
to call out to you
few unknown hearts
to show my muse
with inks of blood
in just moments
blank papers flood


For the A to Z April Challenge and the Poem-a-Day at Poetic Asides.


(April 2nd, 2012)

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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