The place where I will put my Game of Thrones things |
There was a time when I was all alone. No one around me. I wanted to get something out of my soul, but I didn't know how. I knew there was something I had to say. The words were just on the tip of my tongue. No one wanted to listen, so I became silent. Yet still had something say. I found another piece of myself that day. It was a day of freedom I had never found. Paper and pen connected and my hands soon becme black like the ink. It moved up my fingers to my hand. I couldn't stop the flow. Up my arm it continued, the ink sank in. It didn't stop till I was empty of myself, the ink ran so deep. To my heart where everything started To this day, I am thankful that I can write. the words just come out easily. Whatever is on my heart and in my mind just makes it's way to the page. Through the ink filled arms and out the fingers. Words bleed onto the page. Pictures are drawn through the descriptive words that are there. Now I live the life of someone else through my silence. I get them out on the page. Through the giving of time to these people, we are both freed to see the world through another's eyes. I see through theirs and other's see through mine. Word Count: 235 Line Count: 30 Form: Free Verse |