unbound
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I'm running across a huge hill
of manicured grass
like an endless lawn
I just can't get past
as I crest the hill top
i look down and see
a sidewalk
waiting for me
beyond it a city
When my pencil hits the paper
I feel the world come to a stop.
Suddenly I hold my voice in one hand.
The chains that constrained me drop.
I'm not small. I'm not scared.
I'm not silent for you.
You say you’d like a poem
To explain just why I write
So I thought hey! I’ll show ‘em
There’s no recipe? Right?
I’ll guess as to criteria
Flow: naturally
Relatable: I feel ya!
…Originality
