creating me [using words]

Permission Granted

Even if it’s bad poetry
Even then, it is still
a window into your soul.
By all means,
write it down!
Then peer through the pane,
you amateur glass-blower.
The creation of your
quivering fingertips
speaks volumes
even if no one really hears
you can choose to listen.
Give your own life
more than a fleeting glance.
Knock holes in the walls
whether to let light in
or to let light out.
It’s both.


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4 thoughts on “Permission Granted

  1. Linda Cross on said:

    Good word! Thanks.



  2. Brittany on said:

    Love love love!!! Maybe the title of this poem could be the title of your compilation of writings someday :)

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