Words have always been my art: They dance for me and sing for me; They laugh for me and cry for me; They are my paint and brushes; They are my clay.
I wish that I could be Wholly, truly me. I wish I didn't care, That I felt safe to share The deepest, darkest parts, The corners of my heart.
Oh Esther, I hear you loud and clear there! So very relatable!
Visiting poets from years gone by from OctPoWriMo. I definitely can relate to this one.
Oh Esther, I hear you loud and clear there! So very relatable!
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