Beyond the Extraordinary Soul
I have the ability to fight.
Not with my fists but with my mind.
I can take out my pencil, and simply just write
And oh what beautiful things you can find.
I can give you my pencil, and together we can create;
We can see the beauty of tomorrow
While still remembering what inspired us yesterday.
I shall give you the gift to see another world
through the eyes of every letter I jot.
But I am no Shakespeare, this I am not!
But I can teach you to write with your feelings
and speak with your heart.
One word you relate to will give you a spark.
Let me show you the beauty behind the curtain.
But you cannot peek!
You may look for something extraordinary
But the gift is the words you seek and speak
and if you want to know my secret, here is my truth.
I write because I love it and to become closer to you.
Words are how I communicate.
They are how I create all the beautiful things
that geniuses make.
So if you ask me why I write poems, I will simply say
Because words have given me the much obliged courtesy to write poems
and with every word I share with someone else,
there is another great message just waiting to be taken away.
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