Late Night ...
Another late night and my thoughts wander...
drawing from my memories,
strong emotions, needing to be expressed.
My pen almost burning in my hand
as I hold it firmly, trying to begin.
My thoughts jumbled together,
the only common thread is the emotion.
Suddenly, my pen glides on paper,
sentences appear, first one then another.
Verse after verse, each yearning
to be heard and understood.
Seeking refuge in the quiet of the late night.
These confessions calm my soul.
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