The Power

Thu, 08/15/2013 - 10:25 -- Bubb1y

Piles of papers

Stacked high like skyscrapers

Line up against the wall

Kept for no real significance

 

I began to write

In the moment

When the words

Just flowed out like a river

They expressed feelings

And brought awareness

To my thoughts

 

It makes me stop

And think of where

I’ve been

And where I’m going

 

I know from yester years

That I made up my mind

To not waste anymore

Time on those guys

You know the ones

or on those so called "friends"

Or on the hurt that comes from being bullied and ridiculed

 

So no matter

How hard I try

Those papers

Are of great importance

They have impacted my life

In more ways than one

 

They give me power

The power to express

The power to feel

The power to share

The Power to Write

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