Some search all their life <br />in the hope to find a little <br />of themselves. A fragment <br />of the self, a way to express <br />how they feel, and for that <br />we poets or projecters of <br />word and thought should <br />be glad. For we have found <br />a way of clearing the weeds <br />of reppression and stagnation <br />and have found a way through. <br />It matters not to the self during <br />the journey of thought to pen <br />and pen to page, just how <br />others recieve our work. <br />Only how it feels to find a way <br />to paint in pen how we feel. <br />Even the words stuck between <br />pages in old notebooks that <br />we have dicarded into those <br />hidden places, still have power, <br />purpose and meaning. <br />Only when eyes and minds find <br />our thoughts does the road <br />truly end.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/regardless-of-how-they-are-recieved-they-never-l/
