Words on paper; honest, true pouring out of a soul

Raw emotion like the beat of a heart or tears on a Childs face in all their innocence

That’s where I’m at almost trapped in a state of mind this week

Where I can find no release

Words flowing with no rhyme

No order just constant

As the door closes

Echoing in my mind.

Like the second hand of a clock

That ticks with all it’s going on

Days passing, dates fly by

Uncertainty of it all

What to do? But to

Write words to paper

Keeping it honest and true


Helen Rich



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