Writing: A Poem

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-Alexis Isle-

 

Writing

Hate it

Gives me hand cramps

Do it so much it hurts

Opens my heart

Sets me free

But still keeps me bound

Makes me cry

Hate it

No

Love it

Love the way it makes me feel

Makes me believe my emotions are real

Am I real?

When I write I don’t feel like I am

I feel like I could write on the wind

I feel different and better

I. Am. Powerful

 

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