Image by lisa runnels from Pixabay
ALT TEXT: A person holds their hands outstretched and many words about feelings and positive emotions are written on their hands in colourful marker.
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- Words -
- A Poem on Expression -
- By The Validiot -
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No place is left into which I wish to speak
The heart is full there is no leak
For what place should I save these empty words
Have you not already had enough, bluebirds?
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I forgot my name today
I wandered online and found some play
I thought somewhere out there the answer lay
However, now I see it has gone far away
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Am I a child, afraid of the dark?
There are many words I’ve said that have missed their mark
How long shall this struggle rage
Not long for you have only this page
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When I wrote no more there was solace
In the fact that I could cry and know my lack
Now I feel so little, so many bluebirds are aweless
Will I join their wild pack?
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When I wrote truthful I thought I could bridge a gap
Between the self and the less
Now the words drip like maple sap
For which their like the bluebirds sometimes profess
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Will my heart end on this mountain still
Or is there yet a greater will
From life’s first cry to final breath
I wish to live my life my best
No fear of death, no need for rest
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