–serendipity–                                       February 19, 2016
i am missing a word
it was on my fingertips
–for how can a word be on the tip
of the tongue when it must be written first?–
is it where you hide my words
when you kidnap them from my lips?
first you took i love you
because it made you uncomfortable
and then you took threat
because you had connotation issues
but this word, the word i need tonight
–it means when something happens
just right by chance and maybe
god played a part or maybe time
lined up just so and pieces fell together.–
where do you hide my words?
letter by letter you slice them from my page
do you long for the day my pen is still?
your sword cannot win
though it runs through my heart
even then
my blood will drop in letters in the sand
and the earth will hear my plea.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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