I WRITE

I WRITE

I write the things I cannot say

The things I’m too exhausted to repeat

The things I’ve told you more than once

Gems given, you’ve not received

The words I’ve set on wings of intent

remain afloat in the air spinning around

Spoken deliberately never aimed at the ground

somehow trampled under foot

left void of sound

With redundancy they’ve lost their edge

watching you appear numb

Their potency unrecognized

they’ve retreated unwelcome

So I put pen to paper where my words are never discarded

Where they’re value remain intact and your indifference can’t harm them

My heart speaks to paper what you refuse to hear me say

My heart rests on paper… it’s validation…uninjured and safe

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