BUILDING BLOCKS

Words tumble.  Catching one out.

Proving a point or

wounding a heart.

Dark storms brew within the thoughts.

Like a rising tide flowing out

quick to sooth or heavy with pain.

In the corner of the mind

where shadows whisper,

comparing and dissecting

ideas and dreams

preparing a path

for words going out.

Even at sleep, pathways consider,

configure, decide and create

the words for

tomorrow.

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