Hindering Progress

Emma's Hope Book

Digging through ghostly shards,

pummeling the words that shout from within,

understanding too much,

the vice grip of constant anxiety offers the spoken words access

that no one can fully know.

I fight to voice what I mean,

but “Mindy” and “Rebecca” crash through

and grab the microphone from my hand

that finds tenuous comfort in the string

I wrap around and around like a carousal.

August, 2014 August, 2014

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