Jamecia Buggs Poet I do not know?

The Road We Take As Poets With Our Trusty Hand

With my hand I tell a story,
Releasing the pain hidden beneath my heart,
I will confess my deepest desires,
Showing the light through the dark,

I will not become a shadow,
My voice will be heard,
With my hand my soul flies free,
Soaring with the angelic birds,

Gods has given me a gift,
That has saved this mortal mind,
Allowing my humanity to stay intact,
Through these disquieting times,

I have found my essence,
With this magical hand,
I can see the mystical creatures,
That now hide below land,

I have been thought the labyrinth,
Searching for the answers to life,
And with my vigorous hand,
I have found the meaning of life,

With this Hand I am complete,
Rewriting the world in a sonnet,
Knowing the secrets of this world,
With this hand I am a Poet

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Ralph Taylor October 10, 2010 at 6:29 PM Outstanding, Jamecia. Excellent write. Enjoyed. Thanks for your comments. Ralph

Doris Culverhouse October 10, 2010 at 6:26 PM enjoyed reading

Dr.Ram Mehta October 10, 2010 at 6:07 PM very classy and intellectual write on the road taken by the poets, Jamecia

Carolyn Devonshire October 10, 2010 at 5:50 PM When we wander through that "labyrinth," it is always God'shand that leadsthe way to thelight. Beautiful thoughts on your inspiration for writing, Jameccia. I'm sorry my poem made you sad. When I smell my late husband's cologne and play our song, I feel closer to him. It helps cope with the loss. Love, Carolyn