Ode to Writing
I look at the blank page
The blank canvas
I think about how each word
Is like a painting
Each one telling something new
I can't stop the endless
Flow of ideas in my brain
So I connect pen and paper
And begin to write
The only sound I hear
Is the scratching of the pen
As I write, a feeling of relief
Goes through me
I've found a way to say the thoughts
I'm otherwise too afraid to speak
Most people don't understand
My passion
But that's okay
They don't have to
I know what it means to me
My poems, my stories, my scribbles
Thy set me free
The allow me to talk
Without being judged
They allow me to simply be me
As the pages begin to fill up
My overflowing brain begins to empty
Just for me to fill it
Back up again tomorrow
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryOne day, a girl was given an assignment in English class. She had to write three odes, three haikus, and three free verse. She had only written her first three odes, when she was told they were too long, and she had to start over. She wasn't sure wh...
