I didn’t care for the way this looked when I re-blogged it, so I thought I would share it this way.
This was originally posted by Limited Literature.
I have need to write,
And so my thumb taps away,
Finding letters to turn to words,
Words to turn to lines,
Lines to follow lines.
I have a fear to write,
To express what would not be expressed,
To think what would not be thought,
To feel what I might not want to feel.
I have a drive to write,
Not to forget the way in which words can flow,
To remember the joy, the pain and the release,
Which writing can bestow.
And so I write these lines,
No great expression,
No great meaning,
No great prowess,
But to know the words are still there,
Waiting for me to find my way to them again.
Copyright J Redstall, 2012
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