Written By Destiny Bergeron
can’t say it’s something
I had to practice or master

The ability to control words

twist and contort

them to my flow
has always been my special power

Some would call it a gift
Although I don’t recall receiving it
I say it’s my hideaway

I’ve been inside these lil blue lines

So many times

it’s like
The only place I feel alive

The rhythm of my mind

heart and soul

Bumps so hard I can only hear

the beat of my pen

My hands cramp as my letters start to cram together,

I’m gonna have fun trying to decipher

This labyrinth of words.

Scribbles of my soul
Lead to places I’ve never been before

Then right back to the beginning

I’m lost in my lil blue lines again
Guided only by

The glide of my pen
Searching for a reason to my rhymes

Wondering why
these words bounce around
In the back of my mind

Clouding up till they build up enough to let go

Sometimes they just trickle
Other times

they storm down with, such force

I’m helpless to the flow

Is it a blessing?

or am I cursed?
Am I a victim?

or a maestro?

Do I control this like an artist
or does it control me like an addict

If you were able to take

every rhyme I ever wrote
and lay down like a road

I wonder where it would go.

Wherever it leads

I will follow

what I find
in these lil blue lines forever

 

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