Words

You did not see me
Watching you from the shadows
You huddled in the dusty light
Silently crying with trembling fingers
Caressing the pieces of my soul
Laid bare upon the pages
Preserved in plastic
And bound in words
You mouthed as if in divine prayer
You would not let me go

Maybe
Somewhere
You still read my words
Yet
You do not see me
In the shadows
Silently crying with trembling fingers
Caressing the pieces of your soul
Laid bare upon the pages
Bound in tears
All the words you said
And all the words I could not say
When you let me go

In the beginning my words spoke fairy tales to a young girl who listened while everyone slept.  Words that have always craved an audience.  So here I am, after my last blog dwindled away to lazy whispers in a ghost town.

I don’t particularly know what this blog is about.  Musings about everything.  Nothing.  I only know that I am a writer that sends words forth in the hope that she’ll connect with someone out there.

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