My Words On White
"Fill your paper with the breathing of your heart."
William Wordsworth
~*~
There is a voice inside of me,
always pleading loud to be free;
from the dark abyss of my mind,
where my past and present have twined;
oh, I write my words with a plea.
Quietly, I pen filigree,
words for the whole wide world to see;
I set them free to soar- unsigned,
pieces of my heart.
I let go of all my debris,
the sorrow and monsters all flee;
thousands of me I leave behind,
those who shattered me so unkind;
oh, my words drift over the sea,
pieces of my heart.
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June 7, 2020
Poetry/Verse/My Words on White
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1268-827-03
All Rights Reserved, 2019, Constance La France
Originally posted on July 18, 2019
Submitted to Brian's Select 8 Standard Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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