Things I cannot say

Paper towns
soothing troubled waters
January passion reigned
when I was younger
and stronger than now
when no memory of distress
needed comfort and protection

creative, introverted and moody
soft, feminine and strong,
curious, gentle and shy
observant – and did I say quiet?

can’t find reality
I have looked in every book
every corner of my room
every crack, every nook

having a word to say
across the distance
I don’t like to be forgotten
the impulse to speak
to tell my thoughts
on a breath like a wish
or a prayer for things
I cannot say.

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