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Rejected Gift...
Rejected Gift...
Words flow from my pen.
They speak to me but I deny their meaning.
My heart, in the shadows overhears
and accepts the truth and the pain.
The pain becomes a throb, the throb
becomes my heart beat. My mind
cries out, my body writhes .
My soul steps in, “ surrender “.
Words of truth return to my page
My penance is to never deny
the gift of inspiration. Somewhere
out there in the teaming masses
is a soul waiting, since the beginning
of time, for those words
to give meaning to his life.
Words flow from my pen.
They speak to me but I deny their meaning.
My heart, in the shadows overhears
and accepts the truth and the pain.
The pain becomes a throb, the throb
becomes my heart beat. My mind
cries out, my body writhes .
My soul steps in, “ surrender “.
Words of truth return to my page
My penance is to never deny
the gift of inspiration. Somewhere
out there in the teaming masses
is a soul waiting, since the beginning
of time, for those words
to give meaning to his life.
Published 13th Apr 2020
Author's Note
Dealing with the angst of publishing your words that you question and ask yourself, “ did I write that “.
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