I let my pen take a ride on the highest flight of my feelings
I let my pen glide on the lines toward my spiritual healing
Inking out perspectives and analyzing all of my imperfections
Writing them down one at a time dividing them down into sections
Whatever may impact me, I find time to take notes
I then re-cap by reviewing what I just wrote
And I see that writing down my feelings is the perfect antidote
for me to become a better person.
Until...
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Dave.
First of all, welcome to AD: you're among friends.
My "gift," what I call my poetry, has made me a better person. Before, I was bitter. Angry. Not very nice to be around. Then came 9/11: one life was saved. Mine. Now I can release the pent up frustrations/annoyances/tragedies (drama?) in my life and let. Them. Go. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Keep writing/righting!
J. Earl Evans