Beginning to Middle

I found words too simple and elegant

To stay as dialogues or simple remarks,

But I found something important

An idea that hit the marks.

 

Frustration, longing, heartbreak,

Soon blended into stanzas,

Life was bleak and too cold to shake

Until I wrote them down, like painting into a blank canvas. 

 

No one told me that it was going to be like this;

Magical in all it's ways, a reliever.

I said to myself, I'm going to keep this forever,

Write myself down in a one-paged paper.

 

No one may understand, or just a few

But I know in my heart, I've done something meaningful.

To let myself in a spotlight with a unique cue

To sing without a voice, yet melt hearts; so beautiful. 

 

This is just the beginning with no set end,

My words, indefinitely living in the middle.

This poem is about: 
Me
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