Words that only poetry can say


When I was little I used books as stepping stones into new imaginary worlds

As I grew, forgotten in teenage silence, reading transported me to foreign lands

where I was accepted and unafraid.

I sought refuge in the sentences writers constructed,

their words, my strength , releasing me from systems I could not understand.

As an adult I made books my trade

Developing young minds with Shakespeare, Atwood, Golding and Hughes

Now I am older,

I write my own words

filling blank notebooks

with stories

yearning to be told

Without reading I would not write

And without writing I would not be




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