I carry notebooks and folders
filled with drafts of my heart.
I carry a mental thesaurus
and thousands of pencils.
The weight is tolerable
but sometimes back breaking.
I carry the courage
To reveal my soul
as well as to pick up snakes.
I carry the fear
of sarcasm and harsh criticism.
I carry my muse
The Inspiration Bunny,
ideas flowing from her laughter.
I carry a block,
It changes from being as small as a pin
to being so huge that it blocks out
the sun of all hope
of finishing just one sentence.
I carry the support
Of friends who help me
Reword my world to something
A little bit brighter.
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2 comments:
A wonderful poem. I like how you say something's as small as a pin yet big enough to block out the sun. I also like the part about having enough hope to finish a sentence. I love to write, but sometimes I don't feel that what I've come up with is very good or intelligent. I miss you!
Amazing poem princess. Snakes. :P
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