by Korrie West

Created on: April 13, 2010

(Thought: How do i begin this right...)

breath I whisper softly as I set the pen to page,

the blankness only shadowing the regrets that i have made.

it spans out there before me like a sea of rolling hills,

each one gets me closer, but the distance never fills.

I try to stop and set my thought but the whirlwind never ends,

instead I ride upon the waves as the current takes me in.

But a ray of light falls with in my sight and the water begins to ebb,

with a sigh of relief and the task now complete it all fades into the sand.

I began with just one blank page,

and my dreams to make it come true.

But the worst part is done and I've found my own drum,

because I followed the beat of my tune.

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