"My pen is a weapon, cocked and loaded, ready to heal than to destroy. How is that us as poets can be so silent in the mist of suffering, when our freedom is found in our pens. My pen is my reflection in the mirror, to bring upon my my hopes, dreams, fears and limitations, to form cause I refuse to be silent, when I have no vents or outlets to clense me of the cancers I absorb doing the day. My pen is just my brain, releasing what's in my heart, with a beat that plays in my head, till I reach a climax onto a pad, and empregnant the minds of those who read it. So, to all the poets who feel their not worthy of the poetry they feel, keep in mind that there's no greater love and freedom, than to let what you feel out, instead of keeping it in. How I love the kiss of poetry, it's the only thing that keeps me sane."
©gazeldeas
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