By the way.. Because I'm not good at poetry, I have no idea where this would fit
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I put my pencil to the paper
Draw hesitant lines across the page
Erase, draw more lines, erase again
Thoughts swirl through my mind
Echoing the stormy clouds outside my window
I am writing
Drawing a picture of my soul through words
Expressing my thoughts of joy and sadness, strength and weakness
Through journals, poems, or stories
Shifting through the emotions until I find one that fits
Never quite capturing the essence of my feelings
Shaping them into something new
It is still me, but it is now of my own creation
Now under my control
I direct the passages
Words flowing like musical notes
Sometimes faster, sometimes slower
Each with its own rhythm
Some fading away silently
Others boldly increasing in volume
All forming together to create something beautiful
A rush of ideas fills me
My hand is no longer mine to control
Thoughts flow directly from my mind to my hand
Never stopping long enough for me to analyze them
A rush of words fills the page
I am flying on my own power
Fueled by the energy of my own words
The pages rush by, all a blur
I close my eyes, feeling an absolute freedom
The flight endures until I end the passage
Words slowing to a halt
I slowly return to the world around me
My flight still fresh in my mind
Then I end the final sentence
Sitting back, I review my work
I smile, knowing this has been an incredible journey
And I have only to read my creation
To fly again
