I find everything’s alright,
When I write…
Not because I have,
The power to make things right;
But the chance to,
Find my way.
And as I write,
A way is made.
-Gilda Patricia
Tag: writing
A Word Press Birth
Words rolling around your head,
Left unwritten,
Left unsaid.
Pen to paper,
“Look! There’s the title!
Write, write, write,
Keep writing….Stop,
Now breath!”
“Post, publish, share.”
An original, newborn poem,
“How sweet!”
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