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When I write, I’m in control

When I write, the words are my sword

When I write, my heart opens up

When I write...


Then writers block hits

My fingers stop typing

The screen blurs

My mind wanders

But when I read


When I read, I’m in control

When I read, the words are my magic carpet

When I read, the world presents itself

When I read...


The words flow

I settle into a rhythm

My body relaxes

My breathing slows

But when I read poetry


I am transported to a new level

My heart sings

My eyes eagerly capture the words

Forming them into meaning



When I write, my soul is happy


When I read, I smile

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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