She knows my secrets
The depth of my joys and sorrows
When others see my deceiving faces
Only she and God hear of my hidden truths
She beckons me to offload my burdens
But lets me be when she knows the strain
Knows the struggle to form the words
To move the lips while the eyes shut in the rain
She is considerate, she is patient
She knows the grievances of my heart
So light is the feeling after she takes my stresses
And turns them into a work of art
Because she is my words that gush forth
In songs and passages and poetry
She is my otherwise silent friend
Who now waits dormant once again.
Purchase "Unveiling" to read more of my poetry
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