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Sometimes,
Simply,
I can not find the words.
Perhaps,
At times,
They come in and out,
As the ebb and flow of a petal in the wind.
It is wrong to blame the words,
For the actions I painstakingly commit.
Somehow,
I become lost in the light,
Of this loss.
Peculiar how I am found in the cold,
And dank,
Dark,
Where my expression grows.
Thoughts are penicilin,
Growing in the absence of illumination.
Wet,
Dark,
Dank,
Ironically posessing a living elixir.
I,
With my hands bound,
By absence of will,
Muster words with no consequence,
And keep truths blanketed in fear.
A chill that shivers the soul,
When fear subsides,
Found comfort in it's threads.
The quilt of anger requires many enslaved hands to sew.
Now blanketed in privilege.
My absence of words give action to blame.
While I sleep silently caged within it's threads.

Thanks again for sharing spinsugar20
This poem is much darker then the "wave of change" I notice.
Its interesting to see the "ebb and flow " connection.
Do you like the sea,waves?

"what the hell is a depressed, alone, sad woman doing giving advice to others?"
I think helping others does help us to step out of our ,sometimes,dark world.
I think it`s something subconcious too...as you said "I just can not help myself"

And don`t forget to pop into the Music topic and please share a little bit more about you and your music.

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Thank you once again for sharing. Keep writing.!!

Warmie