it is not a choice i made
to have the words choke me
like a gag order
around my throat.
i did not ask for words
that clog my nares
and until they are released
i cannot find air.
it is a life of no peace
the letters in your head
begging to be freed.
it is a life of torture
because your words write themselves
and your merely fingers oblige
because they are burning.
i did not pray
for a soul lost in words
forever held captive
by the need for verse.
let me write
or i am worthless.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 days ago in Petlife
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Never worthless! Thank you for sharing your words with us 😁