When I Write
My curious eyes are calm
I squint and stare at nothing
My anxious breath is steady and pure
I am aware
My plump lips are sealed
My candid comments are absent
for my bold voice is silenced
My calloused yet feminine hands are ready to work
My heart beats with a passion to the beat of my tempered fiery mind
My untainted revealing honest thoughts are on paper
It is because they are raw that I gain
They are valued
They are mine
Copyright © Victoria Reome | Year Posted 2016
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