Lush
Sodden
Water logged
words seep like gases while I slog
Through this stinky wordy bog
Toward more finished ground.
Write
Speak
Find your voice
Humid advice which breathes of choice
My minds apparently become too moist
To hold my thoughts within.
Gush
Pour
Flowing fast
My sobbing fingers can cry at last
Letting out the dammed up past
Flooding this empty page.
Breathe
Inhale
Regenerate
The storm has passed, time to create
A rainbow is waiting for me to paint
It, however I so choose
Eagerly I step into these new shoes.
-HM Braverman
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Crepes of Wrath
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