Jul 30, 2019Jul 29, 2019the50yearoldpoet4 Comments

My Words

I am trying to paint

a picture with my words

to describe a feeling that

has left my heart stirred.

They all come out at once

for me to rearrange,

to put them in the right order

so as not to look strange.

Feelings and emotions

flood onto my sheet

as discarded versions

lie crumpled at my feet.

Suddenly all the pieces

will fall into place,

leaving me with

a picture to embrace.

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