Feb 2014
There is something within me
something I cannot say
the song of my soul steps forward
but I cannot translate it today
This song moves within me,
of love and choice and grief,
it stabs and bleeds my mind,
a sword without a sheath
The song of my soul is true
each of us finds it in time
yet until that fateful day
this poet struggles with her rhyme
something I cannot say
the song of my soul steps forward
but I cannot translate it today
This song moves within me,
of love and choice and grief,
it stabs and bleeds my mind,
a sword without a sheath
The song of my soul is true
each of us finds it in time
yet until that fateful day
this poet struggles with her rhyme
HAD to write something today, so a ramble of writer's block to get me started!
(The Lonely Mountain, NC)
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