Bridges

Reflecting on my life, it is as if I have been placed upon a
shelf and forgotten. Words evade me, speaking on paper
I am denied, and then comes simple words I can
understand…

Where verse and rhyme abide

Poetry truly is the bridge between myself and
the rest of what is left of myself!

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