Sometimes I write
and the stories I tell
are so real
that I relive them.
Sometimes I write
and the words I scribe
are too big
to even read them.
Sometimes I write
with readers in mind
and do what I can
to please them.
And sometimes I write
the words hiding away
who seem frightened
I finally freed them.
Posted in: journals, poetry | Tagged: sometimes i write, writing to be emptied, writing to be understood
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