Poem

6/10/2020

I can’t seem to write the song
I’m trying to sing.

My throat catches
My pen doesn’t seem to want to work

Things are rushing inside in ways I can’t explain

I just can’t get them out
I can’t even tell what they are

There’s no bridge
No melody
Just snippets of words
Phrases
And a couple notes that can’t find the rhythm.

It’s overwhelming
It’s wearing me down
So much inside of me

And

I can’t seem to write the song
I’m trying to sing.

6/10/2020

Hurting
Anger
Never seems to end

Life is that way I suppose.

Peace
Love
Joy

Happen too

Embrace what you can when you can.

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