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Writing
I am convinced that had I been able to write,
I would be happier. I would find solace
in my words,and comfort in my creations.
I would write a poem a day just to feel the
pen moving with my hand, and to exercise
my brain with words. I would share my poetry
in coffeehouses and dusty bars, and someone
would tell me, "I really felt that." I would
smile graciously and feel giddy in my gut,
and I'd write a secret poem in honor of this
stranger for her praise. If I met her again,
maybe I'd ask her to share her poetry with me
and make a new friend. I would write poems
in bathroom stalls and high school desks.
I'd slip poems under my floormates' doors,
wishing them a nice day. I'd send poems to
everyone, including my evil math teacher,
and hope that it will make them happier.
And when someone says "I like this" or
"cool," I will be happy no matter if the sky
is turbulent or the waters are mean, and in words,
I would find my comfort, and I would share that
comfort, and be happy in my world's happiness.
