Trying To Explain
I wish I could explain how bad life has hurt me
So one day I picked up a pen and starting writing poetry
I didn't know I could even write
Putting my pain on paper trying to word it just right
At times the words come easy as the tears down my cheek
Other times if feels I can't breath, much less speak
But with each poem and verse
I begin to fell the pain lift like a curse
Oh the power of the mighty pen
I'll never doubt that again
Writing has help my healing begin
I am finding it a lot easier to grin
So I'll keep writing no matter if know one reads
This is not for you its for me.
Copyright © Tracey Pollack | Year Posted 2016
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