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#WritcoPoemPrompt102
Pen a poem about the ONE who gave way to fulfill your desire to write.
My decision to write started young.
My journey became mostly depression.
The way i started has no person to describe.
why, i only wrote because of my impressions.
My ways of poetry became my obsession.
All the hateful words.
All the anger.
Multiple people triggered my inner being.
For i am no ordinary person.
I write as though my pen was my weapon.
In anxious times i become like an addict.
I write and write to heal my aching heart.
For i feel my heart heal through every pen and paper.
Everyday people judge you.
when writing i have no obligation.
No fear of being hated.
My word's become my own.
The only thing i call my home.
The only thing i have that no person can own.
© helana
Pen a poem about the ONE who gave way to fulfill your desire to write.
My decision to write started young.
My journey became mostly depression.
The way i started has no person to describe.
why, i only wrote because of my impressions.
My ways of poetry became my obsession.
All the hateful words.
All the anger.
Multiple people triggered my inner being.
For i am no ordinary person.
I write as though my pen was my weapon.
In anxious times i become like an addict.
I write and write to heal my aching heart.
For i feel my heart heal through every pen and paper.
Everyday people judge you.
when writing i have no obligation.
No fear of being hated.
My word's become my own.
The only thing i call my home.
The only thing i have that no person can own.
© helana
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