What My Poetry Means to Me
No one could ever imagine
What My Poetry Means to Me
It is the breath I never speak aloud,
a whisper that hides behind my eyes,
a place where the world softens,
where silence finds its sound.
It is the truth I cannot tell,
wrapped in verses and small confessions,
each word a step through the dark,
each line a reason to keep walking.
It is my way of feeling twice,
once when it happens, again when I write,
a mirror turned to memory,
a heart that refuses to fade.
It is freedom in quiet disguise,
a world that listens when no one does,
the one place I can always return to,
the one thing that still feels alive.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (3)
Its the words comming for the soul and not from the mind.
hi
Marie! Another truly heartfelt and wonderful poem that I wish i could share with my facebook friends. May I keep a opy of your poem and the last one I commented on?