My Words

My words are my reflections,

To all I address is my salutation.

Penning my thoughts is an intense relief,

As this is the only thing I do belief.

My writing is my true image,

Which I consider it to be a sort of pilgrimage.

Never to stop this task,

Is what I have always said and asked.

My words give me energy,

To live and dream in this 21st century.

My pen keeps on moving,

And continues hovering.

A true image is what my words reflect,

Things hidden behind which make others inspect.

Can you guess the soul of my writing?

To you I leave this job which is exciting.