I am but a woman
Slipping along my words
In a single piece of thread.
Binding them with meaning
And chaos.
That which hides in me
Behind the clothes
Beyond the perception.
Hoping to bring some calm
And peace.
Words flow out of nowhere
As long as there's unrest
A storm erupts.
My pen begins to flow
And continues in depair.
The day it shall cease.
I'm not certain.
Perhaps it shall be
When I find the answers
And more.
Beautiful poem! Hope you get the answers for all your questions...but always keep writing!
ReplyDeleteThank you :) I will :)
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