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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required His fingers left blood on the strings but, come time to walk away he hadn’t really learned anything. Course and dried brushes sit atop the rubbish, His mind held a perfection too delicate for his clumsy hands to create. He opened his mouth to sing like a jay but, instead of notes it was rust that fell out. Part of the wear and tear of early adulthood. But then, this same boy picked up a pen and found some paper. The pen in his hand felt as natural his own bones and he began to write. He wrote every tear He scribed every star He built towers from mountains with every line High enough that the angel’s just might hear them. He made pages for chapters of his life that could make those seraphim weep sapphire tears. He could write the wind blowing across the nape of your neck in Autumn And make you feel the chill on your skin. He could articulate the sad beauty of a lover’s quarrel that ends in tears If they cry, it makes it all more real. He documents the history of a war inside himself that will never end. The loss and the gain, But not those of monetary nature. When life begins to scream around him All he must do to silence it is to put it in a stanza. The boy’s tongue can pave the way for good intentions, and we all know those can fall South. He finds strength. And with this Strength a power. Finally the boy knew his gift. But how is he meant to use it and who will truly listen to the personal strands of his soul he ties together with punctuation? And now that he has tasted the pleasure of his power, will that be enough?
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