You picked me up from where I am kept.
You held me up tight, close to your fingertips.
You slowly move me and direct me.
You guide me as you glide me.
You use the power I carry
to leave behind a legacy.
Your thoughts, those words,
Your creations, those poems,
Your talent, your inspirations,
I'd write, I'd draw and mark them all.
I'd keep your phrases safe
until decades after tomorrow.
Even after you put me back down,
You think about what you have done
Where there's no rhyme,
Where there's a missing line,
You will read and rewrite,
until you feel better inside.
YOU ARE READING
Look Within and Beyond
PoetryA collection of poems, proses and letters I have written for myself and people I care about. Drawing inspiration from life experiences, heavy and light.
