I write
and I love it.
It is my kind of light,
and I don't need anyone to permit.
I write
and I fear it.
But it feels like it's right,
to control what fits and what needs to split.
I write
and it's a dream.
I can do it in the middle of the night,
and my silent words can scream.
YOU ARE READING
Poems - Let your words breathe
Poetry"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart" - William Wordsworth
