I often struggle with my place in this world.
All I know is I love to write.
There is always a poem inside of me;
A story inside of me.
I tend to wrestle with it,
trying to sedate it,
but that is torture.
My heart aches with each stifled word.
My soul wants to release them.
But where will they go
where I know the weight they may carry
will be welcomed?
Here is that place.
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I know this was published a little late, but I wrote it on Friday to link up with Lisa-Jo Baker for Five Minute Friday.
Here’s how it works: Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. There are still a few days left to submit your writing on this week’s prompt. Just click the button to learn how.
