If you ever lose your words,
Let me help show you where to look.
For words of hatred and anger,
Look in the dark and scary places of the world,
Where heartbeats pound in the background of injustice and messy emotions.
For words of admiration and love,
Look deep in your soul,
In the nooks and crannies that mean the most to you,
Places that make you cry with happiness and tear up with love
For a feeling you can’t quite express.
For words of gentle calm and peace,
Look in the green and living spaces and in the clouds above,
In wide open lands and winds that carry a freedom all their own.
Words might not always come when you need them,
But they’ll be inside you all the same.
About the Creator
Anna J
just a kid who loves to write
~why do we measure our success with someone else’s ruler?~
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson5 days ago in Fiction
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