Poetry To Poet
The blank page stares back at me
Longing to know the secrets of my heart
I know too well
That I ought not tell
Still the words spill from my pen.
An open door bleeds words once more
As the page spells out my soul.
I, my emotion's deceiver,
Can deceive no more.
Truth tells all when written,
It will not fade, nor be forgotten.
Release devours denial
As if reality needed the back-up.
Written 6-27-01
© Copyright 2002 Courtney Rohlfing :: All Rights Reserved
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