WordsA Poem by Christina May ShanabergA depiction of how it feels to be a writer!WORDS
Words, words, words; Why so many, many words; What can I, possibly, say, That wasn't uttered, yesterday; Can I hope that, as you're reading, You'll understand what I'm feeling; I'll take you to a place, Time will never be able to erase; I want you to be beside me And to see what my memories see; Inside my dreams, I will take you And there is nothing you need to do; Hold on to my feeble words, So, I may show you all my worlds; My hope is that you may grow To understand what I show; I have lived hard and long, But I've learned to be very strong; I would love to ease your pain Or be a ray of sunshine, during rain; Your smile will be my fortune, As I drink water, at the oasis beyond this dune; I don't need you to agree with me; Just, allow my words to be free; Words, words, words; Why so many, many words?
Afterwards,
You'll, always, have "my" words! © 2010 Christina May ShanabergAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChristina May ShanabergMount Vernon, OHAboutI am a former member of North Shore Writers' Guild in Willoughby OH. I have had numerous poems published and letters. I am, currently, working on a screen play that I hope will interest my cousin-in.. more..Writing
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