Write.

“Write more” “Write more”

Find something to say.

“Write more” “Write more”

Put thoughts on display.

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Write as if someone should care?

If mind is land and words are air,

I’m finding Earth piled onto me,

Gasping for breath, but silently.

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Let the world into my soul,

Show my heart in one dice roll,

Watch light spill from every pore,

“You know, you should write more.”

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If all could see what lies beneath,

To peer under the surface

And watch each wave boil and seeth,

Risk being scorched by furnace,

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Then all would know the foaming broth

Of thoughts and hopes inside.

All would know the bitter cost

Of “writing more” denied.

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Left alone to ponder,

All philosophers would break.

When all they do is wander,

Thoughts unspoken become ache.

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But who would view another brain

when just one should suffice?

To be heard again and again

Is the true paradise.

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How lucky that this writer feels

That all her thoughts somehow appeal.

Understanding at its core:

“You really should write more.”