Charley Staines

The Gift Of Poetry

It holds every single piece of me,
All my secrets and all my dreams,
It's there when I laugh, there when I cry,
There when I give up, no longer want to try,
It shares my happiness, shares my tears,
Sees me through memories, sees me through the years,
Holds every secret and every lie,
Helps me carry on, helps me get by,
I don't know where i'd be if it wasn't for this,
This thing inside me referred to as a gift,
My ability to convey everything held inside,
In just some short words, the real me can't hide,
Totally exposed for all the world to see,
I am proud to say, I have the gift of poetry!

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 28, 2010

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