I stare upon blank pages
struggling to find the words
that fill the surface
so quietly
they linger
dancing like raindrops
inside my head
stripped down
I close my eyes
and catch my breath
listening to the melody within
nothing else matters
but here
and now
stripped down
to my soul
stripped down
to myself
The Creative Chic
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This is so touching. I took it as the hard task of opening yourself up on paper for everyone to see.
Thank you so much. Sometimes opening up for all to see is hard. Most times.
This kind of inner focus leads to this kind of perfect poetry that describes this kind of process 🙂 Excellent!
Thank you!!!
My pleasure!