My wordy words are too be sliced,
My heart a piece it goes,
to turn a manuscript to book,
to hear how it all flows,
Is painstaking at best you see.
It’s grueling for the mind.
to cut and choose the best of all,
and leave so much behind.
I question every day, I do:
What am I doing here?
Is there a skill in me to show?
I want it to be clear.
I know what lies deep down in heart
a stirring must be free
but am I just wasting away
my time and most of me?
I wish a sign could fall on down,
I wish I knew for sure
what future me will be ahead
how much I must endure.
Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Tuesday, November 14, 2017.
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