When you begin to write a poem
and all that's stored inside
you learn to open up your heart
to spill thoughts in your mind
Being true comes easy
writing things I'd never say
freeing me from darkness
the weights falling away
So listen to me closely
as I show the depth of art
May my words be freeing
and start to change your heart
-Kathleen Rubow
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Music of the Mind
PoésieI sink below memories Falling out of this moment And into the treasuries Of the words that are potent. It screams at me, blindingly That, I'm left almost breathless. Why keep it all willingly? When books make yourself weightless? We can all be e...
