by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I thought that when the hurting stopped
my heart would just stop sending
words to put on paper
and I’d have to stop pretending 

to have a way with words,
painting, blending, weaving
I thought it was an accident
and that I’d be caught deceiving 

but like the running water
slowly cuts through stone
this stream of words keeps flowing
a gift for me to own 

a gift from
my heart

Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved

2 Comments to “A STREAM OF WORDS”

  1. Words to paper through heartbroke pain is both a blessing and a curse. The misery serves as fuel. Flame to the fire which we wouldn’t dare expel.

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