This Is It

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

It's only the truth.


This is where I let my feelings flood.

They rush out of me so fast that my fingers fly.

Typing words that to some may seem literal.

But in all honesty,

They have no idea.

Behind the words,

The sentences,

These words mean everything BUT what you may think.

Writing is my cacoon.

The shell that surrounds me.

Its a barrier that's impossible to break.


One day,

I'll find another escape,

Something that will set me free,

And no longer will I have to write to get my feelings across

Because I'm afraid to speak.

Finding an escape is proving to be difficult...

Submitted: February 15, 2009

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I like this piece. It reflects me. I too was a little afraid to open up. I spent months inside my box. But being here on booksie has opened my mind to a wider variety of thoughts. Lol! Didn`t know I had it in me.

Well Done! This is a wonderful poem!


Sun, February 15th, 2009 3:13pm


neopolitan dreams

I agree with angellynn's comment. I think this reflects a lot of writers on booksie. Nice flow of words, a great poem!

Sun, February 15th, 2009 3:20pm

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