I’m in a jam as far as life goes
My mind is running circles and it really shows
Especially on those days when it’s so cold
That my curling hair gives me something oh so bold
I feel smart enough to catch him with a fact
I smile wide enough to hide all that I lack
Sometimes I even pretend to be who I am not
But unfortunately, I end up writing poems like this a lot
After writing like this for quite some time
I’ve realized how my heart aches within each line
Each word, syllable, and all hinted-at-smiles
Stretch me farther from myself but yanking me all the while
My fingers burn as they prance on this board
But the “key” to seeing the light is very much adored
The words pull us closer in our very different lives
Our worlds finally circling, one love to survive
Story Notes:
We all know that Pam is an artist with paint and pen, so who's to say she's not one with words, either? Pam's attempts at poetry during her lazy workdays at Dunder Mifflin.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Pam attempts to write a poem during her workday...
Chapter End Notes:
If this seems successful, I may post other poems. I love writing poetry but never tried JAM poetry!
