by Shelly Estill

Created on: September 28, 2009

My soul drips upon the paper as ink

My words reverberating within me.

Escaping to without to form this link,

Flowing now as the river to the sea.

Revealing myself within written haze,

Entwining the truth within pantomime.

Exposing my soul to scrutiny's gaze,

Alighting my world within each new line.

Reinventing my own reality,

Encompassing all that is real to me.

I journey alone in uncertainty

Wondering what the end will truly be.

To soon my traveling is at an end,

Only to set off on the road again.

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