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I sat down to write;

To write about what I feel;

But every time I ponder,

My body is bound by that I feel.

To wait so long for it to flee so fast;

Like the rejuvenating rush of a

Caressing spring breeze.

Still, I fear that I’m  making a fool of myself?

Covering what I feel with rhyming

Words and phrases;

I’m hurting!

My soul, my heart are aflame!

Indeed, I waited so long to know it;

Only to ask the question,

Was it merely a dream;

Of things hoped for but evidence

Unseen?

A momentary thought . . .

I shall never dream to write

Exactly what I feel,

For the reality of that fact

Is all too real.

I shall never share such pain;

Yet it’s –

SHARED BY ALL

BY

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 1\12\1975 5:30 p.m.

~ by Sam373's Blog on November 30, 2010.

Posted in Poetry, Relationship, Socialization
Tags: Jazz, Memories, Nature, Pain, Searching, Tears