Art is expression; whether it be pastels, oils, charcoal, paper, fabric, food, music or in this instance: words. I wanted to share the first stanza of a recent poem I wrote. Often I find myself lying awake in the middle of the night with ideas and words dancing around in my mind; or I will be talking with someone, and our conversation becomes the inspriation to put pen to paper.
RELEASE THE FEAR
The moment of fear that wakes you
In the stillness of the night
Be not the breath that fills you
Be it only in your mind
Though blinding you with darkness
As you fall back from your dreams
Be it fear without conviction
Be it time for your release
Beautiful Words xx
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