I Think

I think,

Mind cluttered with words,

Lines,

Life,

Trash,

Looking for an escape,

A blank page,

A song to sing,

Anything,

Something to feel release,

Pressure,

Cooking up inside,

No anger,

Just excitement,

Bursting to create,

Art,

Happiness,

Love,

It matters not,

Pen,

Brush,

Heart,

Soul,

Tools all the same,

On which canvas I will exact a gentle touch,

Is the question which awaits an answer.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Beneath the Shell

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By D. R. DiFrancesco

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We look upon this world as an oyster

Rough, hard and jagged to the touch

Awash with the dirt and grit of life’s tribulations

It lies burrowed in the muck to hide from conflict

Still we claw and rake in the filth for the treasure it holds

Drawing it out from the safety of it’s dingy home

It’s shell is not easily unlocked

Clamped down tightly to protect itself from pain

Reluctantly the shell is pried open

Gradually and over time we are revealed

In a flood our surroundings rush in

Exposing virgin skin to the unfamiliar

Joy and excitement replace reluctance

What wonder is found in discovering your dreams

For beneath the newly uncovered flesh

Lies the pearl you have been longing for