I Think I'M Done
Some days, I think I’m done,
that I just can’t write anymore.
Then the words
begin to race through my eyes
down to my hand
and find their way here
to paper
as if they were of some importance.
I am not sure
what purpose or meaning
that writing serves me
but it does somehow
release thoughts and experiences,
releaves loss and heartache.
In some small way
it gives me hope
in searching for faith
and understanding
of what is left undone in my life
and for that which
I am still in need and searching for.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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