Words
Sometimes they flow like satin moonbeams
gently caressing turbulent ocean waves:
words that sooth my tattered soul as they filter
through my fingertips,
origin unknown, a place so deep in feelings
I still don’t recognize as mine…
I hear them in my head as if for the first time,
reading what has been offered from within.
Other times they’re as stubborn as I can be
selfishly refusing their time in the sun;
Holding me hostage to emotions I can’t express
taunting, teasing, even mocking my attempts to draw them out
as they float away from my too-desperate grasp.
It’s then that I close my eyes and bow my head
lovingly let them sink back down into their depths
back into the source of their creation;
And I trust once again in that knowing within
that will send them forth when the time is right.
klm
4/29/22
Whispered Wanderings 
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