Kate Zurovchak

Paper, Pen, and Heart

I write because I want to find myself.
Into my innermost thoughts I delve,
And in these thoughts I dwell.
The simplest of feelings becomes meaningful.
Even my pain and sorrow is made beautiful.
Words I can only hope to say aloud,
Break the chains, in which they are bound.
They form arches and curves, finding the way out.
A soft whisper finds its way upon a blank page,
Becoming a mad desire, burning with an inner rage,
The things I had only hoped to say.
Love, sorrow, hopes, and dreams,
Create a perpetual and wonderful link,
Between the pen and paper through which I speak.
Time ceases to exist as my minds starts to travel,
Into the beautiful mystery that I yearn to unravel.


4 comments on “Kate Zurovchak

  1. An admirer says:


  2. UT says:

    Wow! I’m impressed, very nice piece Kate. I look forward to reading more of your work

  3. Kate – thanks so much for sharing this look into what writing means to you. It’s take an extraordinary amount of courage to put your deepest thoughts, fears, dreams and hopes for the entire world to see – and few have what it takes to do it! What a gift you have! Thanks for sharing it with all of us.

    Uncle Zed

  4. Alyssa says:


    It is easy to see your passion and talent in this piece. I hope you always continue to express yourself through your writing. Great job!


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