Hush

Posted byHeather CongrovePosted inPoemsTags:, ,

An urge to write takes control
but my mind seems to resist.
Something is amiss.

Words on paper, pictures in my head
But its all just the surface of why I bled.

Words scurry from the lead not wanting to be read. Each time they are brought to light it always means dread.
Unheard, unseen, my bridles tounge bleeds
Knowing silent is always the key

Invalidate, mistake, brush to the side and realize. God hears the silent tears and feels the heavy weight of fears.

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Published by Heather Congrove

Words are my playground, and stories are my passion. As a writer, I weave tales that transport, transform, and transcend. Join me on this journey into the world of words, where imagination knows no bounds, and the possibilities are endless. If you enjoy reading, like and subscribe to see my latest content. Thank you for visiting and God Bless.

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