OF WORDS
| Her space, her place, Were once all the words leapt into her head The pages came of life and were born here. The oceans rage giving her words potency, its calmness bringing forth their tranquility. She looks down at the pages filled with scribbles Nothing uplifting or inspirational here Just words and more words a gibberish mess of garble. No story to tell No mystery to reveal The ink in the pen dried up from lack of use and the papers yellowed with age. Tossing them to the wind, setting them free she steps back into the real world. The mystery once more shall not be revealed. She has no more words to write, no more stories to tell. Then on her journey of life she meets a stranger. One who has read her words and she receives the encouragement she needs to start again. Life does deal the cards in mysterious ways I truly believe that. So, Naomi I thank you for your words to me. |
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