Another piece of me


By heather powers

a word dances around in mind

slowly forming

spinning around waiting to be


once this word is caught another

follows in tune

a sentence is down.

once everything is said you

feel like you’ve bled

a part of your soul dissected

where does one find the words in

their head ..

words created and brought

to life

their short existence

is dimmed only to the remnants of paper

forever etched in history.

the true meaning of creation…

for if there were no words..

no history no present no future.

Copyright 4/07
Copyright 4/07


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