Silent
Quiet
Peaceful
Calm.
All alike.
Yet when you have them,
You still think.
So is it really
Anything at all?
Yet it's something
Because the word Still exist.
Each and everyone.
So what are they?
Better yet,
What am I?
Silent?
Calm?
No.
I am everything.
Each word.
Because each describes me.
Who I am.
Who I was.
Who I'm going to be.
And who I don't want to be.
Words,
Beautiful strong.
Yet words can be weak.
Like a flower
Wilting till it looks dead.
Just wait.
Wait for the rain.
Time.
And words.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pen To The Soul
PoesíaSometimes, writing isn't an option; it's a necessity. This is my story. Everything I write, is a part of me. But it's up to you, to find your story; connect to yourself through my writing. (Most of these are sent to my big sister)
