Words Are A Gift


How many struggled with writing assignments
Maybe school wasn’t something you enjoyed
Each has their talent or favorite type of class
However without words, life can be just a void.

I guess I was fortunate that learning came easy
Maybe it is a curse that words still fill my mind
As they collide in the recesses to confuse me
Lately I’ve not felt their flow was easy to find.

Verbalized or written, our words must come out
Holding them in is like a cloud crossing the sky
It can tell us so much of the day that is to come
So I’ve resigned myself to let my words again fly.

There are those that have read the words I ramble
At times they may see a reflection from my heart
A few realize that my mind never seems to stop
That finally the stream of words must again start.

Each of us read words and a meaning we will see
Some will read, without giving a further thought
I can hope that as my words tumble to the page
A kindred spirit may discover the feelings I sought.


About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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2 Responses to Words Are A Gift

  1. Phyllis Sears says:

    another great poem my friend; wish words flowed on paper for me as it does for you; hugs and smiles Phyllis

  2. Kathleen says:

    And we, your readers, and indeed kindred spirits! Your words are a gift to us. Thank you!

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