Revolutionary
The pencil begins to touch the paper
and nothing can cease it’s movements.
As its being pressed down upon
it appears to grow stronger,
and faster,
and never rendering.
The mind stimulates the pencil
and transforms the solid lead
into something more powerful,
until it begins to reveal
the words you’ve prevented your mouth
from speaking.
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little blessings [poems+short stories]
Poetrypoems and short stories. copyright 2014 bridgitte noelle {StarsandScarsxx}