emma 532 - articulate..

some things are better
felt
than seen
or articulated
or heard

some times
the sound of my voice
can never say
what I want
to hear

some things are better
left alone
in the recesses of me

my tragedy, my solace
the words that I write
my pen, my keys..

give me a moment..
to collect my thoughts
and articulate as best I can.

emma 532

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