Little yellow bud
Called a weed by those who do
Not understand hope
About the Creator
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No Word Comes Near Enough
The English language has its limits. I learned this when I became a student of the Bible and looked up the Greek and Hebrew definitions behind the Scriptures I loved. Some languages have so much more depth and power than the one I use to convey my thoughts. But, even so, I don't think any word could ever come close to describing this void and pain I am journeying through. I don't know how to swim through its murky waters.
By Shirley Belk4 days ago in Poets
Magic
Note from the Author: I want to let you know that this is an unusual story, and it has been written purely from whatever is in my unconscious mind, because before I start writing, I get into a flow state that reaches my unconsciousness. I also write in my subconscious mind, which is like a mid-flow state between the conscious and unconscious mind.
By Denise Larkin6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Oh wow! You knocked it out the park with this one! Well done, Joelle!
A great outlook on such a small thing 🥰
love this so much!
This one is my favorite so far!!! The last line really adds the masterful touch.