I wonder, sometimes

I wonder, sometimes

A Poem by Emily B

I wonder--

how can it be?

I know my voice is strong.

It climbs mountains;

sings hope clear and free.

You hear it.

My voice overflows

with wisdom and comfort and joy

so why

can't they hear me?

© 2010 Emily B


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They can't hear you... because they have music on... :) Words spoken will only be heard by the ones who have an open heart and an open mind. Or when one needs comfort and joy. But please never stop speaking or sharing your ink... as there are many that need comfort and joy... and so many more than listen. :p

Great questions Emily! ;p


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the light of our words is a dim light indeed...the light of our hearts is never missed by those we encounter...souls see souls true...what they decide to do with the 'seeing' is between them and their maker...what we do is go about our business, grateful for our blessings...but of course you know all that...ed

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I hear your sweet voice singing hopes of peace and freedom and your voice speaks for thiose silent and oppressed souls who have no song because they have no voice, never stop the music.

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2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

They can't hear you... because they have music on... :) Words spoken will only be heard by the ones who have an open heart and an open mind. Or when one needs comfort and joy. But please never stop speaking or sharing your ink... as there are many that need comfort and joy... and so many more than listen. :p

Great questions Emily! ;p


This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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