Words
Sometimes my words crumble
and often left unsaid.
Sometimes they become violent
and ring as loud as war.
Sometimes the quiet stills me
and gone is that last syllable.
Sometimes I tread for days
sinking from their weight.
Sometimes the righteous ones are found
and upon you I grace them.
Copyright © Mindy Leonard | Year Posted 2007
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