Stream Of Consiousness Poem by Mackenzie Scholte

A stream of consiousness
The words just flowing
And me not even knowing
How they sound
Sometimes, I don't really get
Exactly how I feel
But then it becomes so real
When I write it down
There's something almost magical
About the feel of a pencil in my hand
Taking me to my own little land
I find solice in these pages
Living betwen these lines
A comfort seeps into my being
When I comprehend what I'm seeing
My words are my understanding