I try with words to heal myself,
To claim a cure for ills unknown,
But only find my voice is hoarse,
More seed among the symptoms sown.
I try with words to find myself,
Search through the stories and the tales,
Pick over what has come to ruin,
Old successes and new fails.
I try with words to save myself,
Who cannot save the flower’s bloom,
But end up using still more words,
‘Til filling my heart’s every room.
Posted by Katy
on 11/25/12 at 03:28 PM
- This is such a successfully haunting, pensive piece!
Posted by Anna M on 02/10/13 at 08:24 PM
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