Where would my heart spill if not in words?
Would all that is within it wither and die,
or would it slowly leak out in the tears that I cry?
Would those inner pieces be held back by a dam,
or would anyone truly know, all of who I am?
There are so many facets that make up me.
Feelings expressed I didn't know were there.
To my own self I reveal, as I read what I write,
Provide inner reflection and perfected sight.
As the words flow out in rhythm and rhyme
thoughts and feelings are recorded in time.
A journal of life is painted on pages for me.
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"To my own self I reveal, as I read what I write", really shows the power in writing. It can be glorious, and it can be frightening. Others always have an interpretation of what you write, which you cannot help, but when you start to see yourself through your writing, well, it can be a bombshell experience. I think from most of your poems, that you will like what you see of yourself. I know I do.


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I so enjoyed reading this. When you say, "Feelings expressed I didn't know were there," I am reminded that once you begin a journey of self discovery through art -- any art -- you find your depth a flood that has been held back by propriety, learned behavior, guilt, so many things. The fullness of your soul deserves to be expressed, and you do this so well. This is marvelous writing.


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We can all relate to this write, I can for sure, if one were to read my poems from start to finish all 2000 of them they would know me well indeed. We are what we write, and learn about ourselves as we write it. I'm still amazed sometimes what ends up on the screen. Best of luck, well done... Scott


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knowing yourself
beautifully expressed
God bless you my friend...



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Yes. If one were to read all of what we've written, one would have opportunity to know us well...if we've been honest with ourselves in the writing.


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Nicely-written. Simple and direct, but saying exactly why writing is so important in your life. I'm sure most people on this site would identify with this poem.
Cheers,
Bill
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