The Intellect of My Pen
Writing for me
Is a depiction of the year’s challenges
Divided into segments
I share it with all that care to see
It’s a template of learning
And changes that help me grow
A garden of hopes and indications
I practice and sow
Writing is a release of emotions
And energies from within my soul
That engulfs my being with promotion
And control
It is a way of life that puts me in a different
Place
It’s a time I can share with my consciousness
It puts an endearing look upon my face
And so I will reason and mentor my weakness
Till I have tapped the depths of enthusiasm
Into bleakness
Armored in a single fight
Provoked by a colorful
Consumption
And fright
I write
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