Just days ago I would have laughed at the thought of me writing poetry or anything else.

It was something foreign to me.

I had not enjoyed reading for many years and poetry certainly would not have made any read list of mine.

I surely had no clue of the comfort that my pen would afford me.

No...I don't have the ebb and flow or the rhythm of a true poet.

All I have is my pen and pad and a life of pain and pleasure.

As my pen floats my pad, my pain melts away and pleasure comes from the freedom that I feel leaving my ghosts behind.

No... I am not a poet.

Just a man with a pen and a pad and a story to tell.

A man who just days ago would have laughed at the thought of writing poetry.

What have you got to discover???

Look Inside Yourself©
EdwinBrown9®™
1/11/15