Words flow through my mind, and
Like a river they will stream
Forth from my ink stained fingers.
So much writing will be
Crowded onto the page as
unceremoniously as lone subway riders crunched together-
sipping late morning, watered down coffee,
And trying to remember their dreams.
We're all a little broken;
The cracks in our hearts that make us think we aren't worth it
Are how the light gets in.
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
