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Why I Write

Why I Write

Please do not envy
My passion for writing.

Please do not wish
That your fingertips could graze the inner workings and mysteries of my thoughts.

For my thoughts and my poetry do not come from practice.
They do not come from pure talent.

These words that strike my mind
From my head
To my hand
To the empty lines in my journal

They do not come from pure talent.

These thoughts are the diamonds deep within compressed coal
These thoughts come from the depths of a tortured soul.

-Haylee R. Curry

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Valerie Lynn

Deep heartfelt write. Thank you for sharing!! I look forward to reading more from you!!

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Haylee Curry

Thank you so much for commenting and making me feel welcome.

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Kelv

Hi, Haylee

Welcome to Cosmo.

One single word.

TALENTED!

Kelv

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Haylee Curry

Thank you so much for the compliment and the welcome. 

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Donna Walton

Brilliant ending and a well written poem. Writing from emotion is the easier aspect for me but if the subject isn't pertinent then I struggle to create the same impact. I loved this and you got my vote.xo

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Haylee Curry

I completely agree with the emotional write. Thank you for your comment and your vote!!!

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