"In truth I am but a wordsmith surrendering my words to you....Kristy Tallman"™
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I sit here numb - numb from the pain - too tired to fight about it anymore - too hurt to feel the sting -
my pen lay there on the nightstand wondering why I hadn't picked it up - it knew too well my heart was filled with words - words I didn't have a way to set free.
The paper's edges danced in the fan's wind - a breeze from the window uplifted the white sheets - they flew through the air, finding their way to me - I shooed the pages away - tears fell because my words were gone - no - not gone just hiding
too afraid - to afraid to feel the pain - to numb to flinch from the sting - I sat there, paper flying everywhere wondering what word would make everything okay - I cried because my words went away -
too tired to fight about it anymore - too sad to complain - I picked up a knife and in the wood I carved one single word - one word that cut so deep - one word that explained it all -
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
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