Why I Write

By adbates

Mon, 10 Jun 2013
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She lives a life
of class and pride
with secrets locked
behind pearly white smiles

Where beauty is her truth
and stolen was her youth
Poetry saved her life

She becomes her own person
with a pencil in hand

Her identity swirls in her mind
Stories of love
And gods from above
become real on the paper she writes

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Submitted by hudsonmoon on
She becomes her own person with a pencil in hand this is wonderfully put, adbates. I know the feeling well. Rich

 

Submitted by adbates on
Thank you so much, Rich!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Loved that last stanza adbates:- Her identity swirls in her mind stories of love And gods from above become real on the paper, her dove. Could definitely identify with those lines. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. Jenny.