Beginnings
Ten years in silence.
Poetry quiet,
passion alone can
inspire the pen and
bid the soul to speak.
So many years
devoid of all
that drives these hands
to move again
that pick up
the pen and
say at last:
“Now I
speak my
truth.”
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