a mention of you and i am
beside myself
cradling the memories of your
demureness, the versatility of you, modest, yet
effervescent when you had to be, i
felt for you what
gravity made others feel
held in place, your grip on me had freed my
inner child, whose innocence had been
jailed from the shackles of society
kept in hiding, i exhumed myself through
loving you, and loving you was the
maiden voyage to loving myself, my
oxygen was returned by you but stolen with every glance
playing with you felt like blinking
quietly, i had crossed out the
ransom notes written on my skin, wanting to be
seen, in all my
totality, you were the one to
unveil me and
validate my soul
with just your touch, the
x's and o's
you once gave
zealously
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About Writing
Most people talk about things that bother them as a way to vent their emotions, another way is through writing. As I sit writing in my car, I ponder how much writing, in itself, has helped me become the person I am today. I have endless amounts of pages filled with poems, stories, and sometimes random blurbs. Writing is a window into your soul. The simple action of writing has benefited me; by helping me to achieve a better memory, helping me to learn and grow intellectually, and helping me to communicate my emotions.
By Sarah Wilcox4 days ago in Journal
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Nice writing!