Trimming words of
hopeful wisdom
craving exploration
of retraced steps,
clouds collide (existing in my mind)
creating
a thunderstorm of
thoughts
dictionary disciple
sits nearby –
just in case needed
abandoned thoughts
scratched on paper –
tossed
underneath mysteries –
stories spill
from practical to
fictional – all containing
one key ingredient of
the poet
~*heart and soul*~
my room of four walls,
safe haven of retreat
wrap your arms of safety
around me and allow me
this –
my saving grace
of ink spilled
-tranquility
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