Upon This Paper

Surging from my mind,

like a stream after winter's thaw,

words flow down upon this paper,

fresh and poignant and raw.

Upon this paper, lined and white,

thoughts are newly born.

From a soul comes forth emotion,

tattered, tired and worn.

Reflections of experiences,

brought forward from a life.

Upon this paper lie memories,

of happiness and strife.

A little corner of my world,

for everyone to see.

Here, is where I share with others.

Upon this paper...is me.

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

Ive always said poetry is the soul on paper....