Through a Pen

Through a Pen

A Poem by I Am Svetlana

With a pen,
I had a calmness to my life
while being able
to alter my reality.
My notebook eagerly awaits,
but not for all to see.
I would lose myself
among the horizon of hope,
in a land of wonder.
Inhaling & exhaling
each breath of mine.
The thought of emptiness
was so unnerving.
As nightfall approached,
I hoped it wasn't too late
to release
the ungrateful soul of mine
through a pen.

© 2016 I Am Svetlana


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Added on December 13, 2016
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I Am Svetlana
I Am Svetlana

Madison, WI



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