My words, My poetry

My Words,

Are a pen on paper in a lonely room,

I hope you see them,

They mark a tick, a spot, a tear,

Like a photograph of my state of being,

I hope you see them,

I cry lakes through the pen-point,

Then smile and laugh as I am unburdened,

I hope you see me,

In my poetry.

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

excellent piece very heartfelt