Translated from my head
To a page in front of me
Words often feel like the
Only things I can control
When I can’t say the right…
When nothing comes out
Quite how I meant it and…
Words on a page calm me
I am their relentless zoo keeper
Wrangling them into style
They’re like family to me
In the weird non-family way
When the pictures in my head
Won’t come out willingly
Words have an uncanny way
Of coaxing them right along
This is why writer’s write.
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nice!
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Thanks heaps! And thanks for stopping by! xo
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