With Pen In Hand

Posted on June 14, 2015 by

With pen in hand

I sit and wait

Wondering what images

The Muse will deliver.

 

Some are bleak

And pain me so

But I write them anyway.

 

For in doing so

Releases me from

Demons I may not realize.

Or frees me of wounds

Buried long ago

And forgotten.

 

Whether I share them

Or not

Is entirely up

To me.

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About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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2 Responses to With Pen In Hand

  1. Author Charmaine Gordon says:
    June 15, 2015 at 4:35 pm

    Sandra, here we are again, you with your introspective poetry and me with more books. Thanks for checking out my blog again. Be well. Thinking of you.

    Reply
  2. lscotthoughts says:
    June 17, 2015 at 2:17 pm

    Great poem, Sandy, and one I’m sure all writers can relate to!

    Reply

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