This poem expresses how I feel about writing.
By Mary Burns
Unto the world, what do they see?
The persona that is me.
My feelings inside I have kept,
But onto pages they have crept.
In the words that here I write,
Inside feelings see daylight.
They find expression and a place
To live and breathe in time and space.
No more to dwell in dark and doubt,
I must wear my inside out.
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