Sometimes I cannot put it into words,
I open my mouth and nothing comes out.
I find it hard to explain,
Many a feeling, from deep down my heart.
But when I write,
It all comes pouring out,
There's a magic when pen meets paper.
I can scribble out nothings,
That refelect my open heart.
There's a completeness,
A healing,
A sanity,
An overwhelming feeling..
When my heart lies there open,
In the midst of the page.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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