A pen in my hand and I am comfortable.
Stress seems to melt away
allowing me to decompress what hides in the corners of my mind.
Muse, so much prompts me to lay word to paper these days.
Life is up in the air,
and it seems like things are being pushed farther then I want to actually take them.
Problems seem to fade away with written words.
Emotions are symbols in my life that allow me to be creative,
to be where I am truely happy.
Words lay the ground work
where I am not afraid to be who I really am.
Where everyday issues get shoved aside and make room for masterpieces.
It's a poets soul,
that stuggles within me,
wanting to be free of the everyday mundane
to be allowed to soar.
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