The InarticulateA Poem by emipoemiWhen I was young I faced a strait Where I could not articulate. My mind was slow for one my age- I could not either fill a page With fluid thoughts (I couldn’t raise The vital words to make a phrase), Or clearly speak the thoughts in mind- As though since birth I was confined Within myself, astray, afraid, That I could barely make the grade. (Yet pity not, and neither fear, I muddled still through ev’ry year). Now, as the days and nights rolled by, I found my mind was just awry, And studied many bards of yore, Which made me better than before. For, through their versed sagacity, My mind gained more capacity. And thus I now can cogitate, And thus I now articulate. -EDP © 2017 emipoemiReviews
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Added on June 20, 2017Last Updated on June 20, 2017 Tags: poetry, poem, inarticulate, true story Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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