The Hard Art

I have so much to say and yet I do not speak.
I have so little time for rhymes, and still I do not sleep.
I have only a sliver of heart left, but I do not weep; for all the words I keep inside are hidden and keep me meek.

Because eventually when the words compress for long enough, they turn in to art.

That’s the hard part; learning when not to share, and when to start.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

About Amanda Pizzo

just a bird sharing her creative seeds.