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
Copyright © Jamecia Buggs | Year Posted 2010
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