ALL THE THINGS THAT I WANNA SAY

      all the things that i wanna say..

All the things 

That I wanna say,

To everyone,

And everyday.

I keep them all

To myself and

Keep them tightly

Clinched in my hand.

I don't speak out,

Give me the stress.

It's not talked about,

Not addressed.

I should, I know

,Let them out.

I should, I know,

Shout out loud.

But I'm always

Filled with doubt.

Whether I should

Think aloud.

It might worry them,

It might hurt.

Maybe I'll choose

The incorrect word.

So my ultimate 

Source of venting,

Is not Art or Craft

Or Painting.

It's writing , writing, writing,

Writing and expressing,

Instead of keeping and suppressing,

It's Writing and Addressing.

Since I write,

What I think,

I have a special bond

With paper and ink.

And since nobody reads

My blog anyway,

I decided to write 

This poem today.

So that I find it

When I wanna vent.

To know that paper

Is my true friend.

Half of the things that

I wanna say,

Have been already 

Told today☺

💜💜 A tribute to all the pages that have heard me out every time I needed to speak without interruption, every time I needed a quiet and humble listener who doesn't even give his own opinions.💜💜

🖋Shravani Kelapure