Throwback Thursday . . . Words
They are always there.
Constant companions
following whither I roam,
lending themselves
to use as I please,
offering their worth,
asking nothing of me.
They assist me to rise,
they sing me to sleep,
they catch up my tears,
and dry them for me.
When my voice
has gone silent,
they offer me theirs,
and when it’s too loud
they soften the sound.
I’ve pushed them away
I’ve cursed them be damned
and still . . .
they remain –
without hurt or disdain,
and still . . .
they remain –
to unburden my heart
and vanquish my pain.
They make music
from thoughts,
transform what I think,
spilling my dreams out,
painting visions in ink.
My constant companions,
my most faithful of friends,
they live and they breathe
with each word that I pen.
Crystal R. Cook
Absolutely beautiful!
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Beautiful poem, beautiful imagery.
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What a gorgeous poem! Thanks for sharing.
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