The Writer In Me
there is silence
in my struggle
there is dignity
in my suffering
coat and tie
flawless fabric
of my
existence
there is secrecy
in my quest
there is no sharing
of my misery
i have only sorrow
as company of my sorrow
i have only some tears
for my joys
i always have
open arms for Thy Will
I seal my fate with
a kiss
i always take the
incoming as
a form of hope
i keep this silence
i write these words.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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