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A letter for inquiring minds who need to know
To Inquiring Minds,
A man in a tuxedo bending down on one knee.
A child in the back seat of the car, antsy to arrive.
A couple on a therapist's couch, not knowing where
to go from here.
I wrap around all of the words they prepare to say.
The melody of their sentences lift with my presence,
But I know I will only ever feel like a weight.
I am never used unless there is uncertainty.
The butterflies released with me as we bask in the waiting
Will never be a comfort.
Oh how I long to exist with security.
If only I could hold them, curl my body around
their fears and have my dot calm their worries.
And while I accept that it is not my role,
I must ask you, dear writers,
Will you resent me with the stroke of your pen?
Interrogatively,
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About the Creator
Angie Seminara
reader. writer. artist. advocate. musician. fire enthusiast.
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