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I WISH I COULD WRITE AGAIN
New meds old soul fighting desperately in the night
Seizing a once always given gift of the written word
Clinging onto the very essence that made her feel free
Again, again, she tries to write yet the words won’t come out
She struggles and prays Creator give me wisdom lead me through this mire and mud
Charging up her hill of destiny she thinks I wish I could write again
Words were once her best friend, her knight in shining armor, her food for thought
Now mere shadows of themselves as are her, this woman child, sage like young lady
I wish I could write again she tells her sister, as she opens up her tiny journal.
In a Samson like sweet moment of victory the words come out.
Words she longed and ached for, agonizing over their very existence.
In her silent triumphant smile she thinks I wish I could write again…and she does.
