Samantha Baldwin
Titled
My mind’s voice is hoarse
From so many ideas flowing at once
So many words need to be expressed
The paper is my echoing wall
These aren’t the words I want!
Some fit better than others
Though they may all mean the same thing
This choice is hard but it’s the best
A life flows from my fingers to the parchment
Yet so too does a new essence flow into me
Be it a poem, a story, or a letter
This is the energy the spoken word cannot convey