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the soul breathes
inspiration.
symbols link into words.
in silence they strain for an exit
till the mind breaks,
sprinkling the page.
thought flows like blood
through the cracks.
My Written Voice
My voice is weak, whispery, withering
I have to repeat myself twice, three times.
Words are trapped behind my lips
Waiting on my tongue
The words I wish to speak
Poetry is not the written word
Or ink gracefully and artistically drawn on paper
Poetry is a fond memory that comes to us
unexpectedly -
In the most sporatic times
And brings a smile to our face
