I will continue writing
until the lines run out;
then I will grab another journal:
more lines
more words
This is not a goodbye;
(so cliche, I know)
just a see you soon
Still I write
And still I write
Bowed head and lowered eyes
weakened by my soulful cries
But still, I write.
1 comment:
This is a short poem I wrote after spending some time reading Maya Angelou's poetry. Still I Rise is one of my favorite poems, and without blatantly plagiarizing her amazing work or diminishing her original intentions with the poem, I wanted to use it to inspire my own journey as a writer.
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