When I show you my words,
I hope they are little tunnels that,
If you are brave enough to follow,
Will lead you straight to the heart inside me.
The words that I yell, laugh, whisper,
Importantly scibble on an old sticky note,
Come from me and me alone.
They are meant to inspire.
I can bet you anything my words were once
In another form.
Inspiration, that is.
It is sometimes difficult to use that inspiration
In a new, exciting way.
The fear of the words:
"that is so yesterday!"
But, in time, that inspiration will morph
Into brilliance.
Brilliance that you aren't afraid to show off.
Smile big!
Take risks!
Hey Eliza
ReplyDeleteI love that you wrote how inspiration will eventually morph. That was a great line. It makes you think more about how people change.
-meghan a
I like the last stanza and how it's different from the others(:
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