The Words
The words are here
some make it in
some slip away
some repeat until they take hold,
the efforts of the mind and soul stay
some weak, some bold.
Perhaps, they are just words
never meant to be heard
slipping in and out of thought
stationary in the moment fraught,
if unused, they easily slip away
lost to the nightmares of the day;
I tell you, in the honesty of this role
I have little or no control
the words that flow from sources unseen
to random places the heart has been;
messages that unravel
within the mind's travels;
one more thought on this early Monday morning
hoping for the prevalence of dawning
for all the world to be put on display
experiences of thought-worded ways,
slipping in and out on repeat
the wonder of a word released.
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Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2024
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