Without a pen in my hand,
Because there's something about my emotions
The keyboard doesn't understand.
Feelings join together
Like the words on the page,
Words of sadness and sorrow,
Or sometimes of rage.
Happy thoughts often flow
And on paper I jot
Everything my mind thinks,
Which is often a lot.
A poem can say so much
And not mean a thing,
Yet, just a few words
Can clarify so many things.
It's a form of expression
My brain can comprehend.
It's my thoughts and ideas
From the first word to the end.
© Leonora Sophie
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