Writing Poem by Clara Potter Soloman

The way it feels to write fills me with joy. I love the feel of the pencil in my hand moving across he smooth paper. I love the way my words spill out across these lines. it's the most wonderful and the most horrivle depths of my heart and soul. It's my love and hatred all mized up and writtne upon these lines so that I and the world may understand my poetic soul. It's every thought bled from my body in ink placed her where I can come to terms with them. My capable hand moves across this paper now in hopes of finding myself. Maybe, just maybe they will.