Searching for Words

ByRick Ellsmore

She said:

I love

Your words

I love feeling

And knowing

You through them

I’ve been searching

A lifetime

For words

For my words

I looked

Into nature

I looked

Under rocks

I looked

In streams

Nothing

Trying to talk

Literally opening

My mouth

To have

The words

I thought

Were there

To not

Bubble to

The surface

Frustration and anger

Becoming companions

Tearing into myself

Knowing they

Are there

Somewhere

Not knowing how

To rip them out

I have found

My words

They come out

In writing

They are

Pouring out

Through a

Willing mouth

No longer

Having to

Rip and tear

Rather

Inviting them

To the surface

Willing to

Allow their

Healing vibrations

To change

Who I am

Where I

Am going

Having one

Special and unique

And many

Who take

My words in

Appreciating them

Encouraging more

Of me

To be discovered

One poem

At a time

RLE

1.25.20

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