An escape from my reality... <br />this is what you get when you read what I write. <br />Writing allows me to grieve or to smile, <br />It's a warm hug during a lonely night. <br /> <br />My writing gives me wings... <br />with it I can soar through the sky. <br />It allows me to dance if I choose, <br />or it can even hold me while I cry. <br /> <br />I lose myself with my pen in hand... <br />my writing is an old trusted friend. <br />It allows me to express the truth within... <br />It will be with me until the very end. <br /> <br />My writing allows me freedom, <br />to tell the world a story of me. <br />My words are arranged in perfect order... <br />creating an open window for all to see. <br /> <br />I create pictures when I write... <br />fabulous sights of beauty I draw. <br />I draw pictures of my broken heart... <br />or the emotions on my sleeve so raw. <br /> <br />My pictures are drawn with words, not colors. <br />My art is seen through your imagination. <br />You must first read the rhythm of what I write... <br />in order to see my artistic creation. <br /> <br />My words are used to fill my canvas... <br />an empty page is where I find my start. <br />My writing is a gift I give to myself... <br />written from the depths of my beating heart. <br /> <br />I never know what picture I will draw... <br />until the words flow from my pen to paper. <br />Writing comes as natural to me... <br />as a rainbow comes to mother nature.<br /><br />Shelly Price<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/painting-pictures-with-words/
