Girls Who Write Poetry

To the girls who write poetry,
where tongues failed to form words

steady hands grant eternal life
to every secret longing

that pools in your heart
and seeks freedom through your pens.

You mother orphaned sentences,
and grant nomads shelter

who else can build a home
with only blank sheets

and hands stained with ink?
Silently wishing you could utter,

the words embedded in your heart.

* This is a Spin-off /sequel/response to “Boys Who Write Poetry”