by Tina Dene

Created on: August 13, 2007

SOMETHING COMPELS ME

Something compels me
to write down the words
which, spoken aloud,
would never be heard.

Something compels me
to spill out in ink
the wandering notions
I sometimes think.

The pen that I hold
is my outlet of choice.
It gives life to thought,
lends an alternate voice.

The paper beneath
has a listening ear,
accepting of everything
others won't hear.

Something inside me says
someone may care,
and might enjoy reading
the words that I share.

Something compels you
to understand,
to listen more closely
to what flows from the hand.

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