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  • Writer's pictureShelly Powell

To Write (a poem by me)

I ache,

I feel,

I crave to create,

To pull from my soul

A truth to share.

But the paper is blank.

And I stare,

I stare.

I have things to say.

Do I dare?

Do I dare?

To venture a story,

And share part of me.

A thought,

An idea,

A spark from my heart.

The page fills with words.

And I step in the dark.

I meet my own dreams,

And I give them a shape.

The story is shared.

I am bare.

I am bare.


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