She......Is Poetry

Within the honesty of a blank page,
Is where her transcendence begins
With letters being her deity,
Becoming the breath for her to live.
Her existence now slowly emerging,
Creating a soul within tormented words
A soul so profoundly silent,
Yet without a voice, it can still be heard
Soon her semblance will be revealedĀ
Around the words which fall onto the page
A semblance so despondently blinding,
So tortured it never appears the sameĀ
Her existence now forever eternal,
Within this page she will forever breathe
She is immortal personification,
She.......Is Poetry

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Comments
Hi Erica,Ā
That is really beautiful! So intriguing, and wonderfully written.Ā
I loved that! You're really talented.Ā
Matthew.Ā
great poem
Thank you so much GregĀ
Beautiful