This Writer In Me Poem by Dee Gey

This Writer In Me



I used to write
straight from the heart
as a child.
I didn't care if it
made me appear
hurt or weak or sad.

For years I spent my life
scribbling words.
About friendships -
the relationships.
They come and they go -
such abundant memories.
Treasured ones that
can be laid side by side,
stretched into eternity.
Happy and sad ones intertwined.

I turned away from writing
for a long period of time.
I tried to be somebody
that I never wanted to be.
But as many people say-
True love never dies.
I can't resist no more.
So again I will write.

I will write.
Straight from the heart
like a child.
I don't care if it
makes me appear
hurt or weak or sad.

Monday, October 19, 2020
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