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Girl Full of Stories

3/27/2017

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In my head I hear the sound 
Of poetry
In my imagination it is a melody
​I have captured perfectly.

Something about the words
Inside
Wanting to get out, to get free,
Like the bluebird in the poem Kaeleigh sent me.

Words buried, restricted by muscle and rib cage,
By fear and modesty.
Let them fly free, I tell myself,
What harm can they do?

Their only desire to expose the heart
Of me
Whats really there,
On the inside.

Girl full of stories
A title, I said, but it was really
Just me
Trying to get out. 

Full to the brim, but dammed up 
For safety.
Someday, I say
One day,
I will let them flow,
As I hide them away.

These words that are me
This river of
Identity.
Who am I to hold it prisoner?

I would tell anyone else 
To let it free
To not be afraid, the flood is a good thing.
It’s not hard,
Not really. 

All it takes is to write what is 
Inside of me. 
What lies within my heart?

A dreamer, yes, a girl
Of fancies and fantasy.

Electrified by beautiful melody,
In song and in words, 
By delicate images full of color and soft lines and magic,
I drink them in.
​

They fill my heart, laying seed to the trees
That want to grow there. 
A forest of trees,
​A girl full of stories.
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