Clinging To Words

She clung to words as if they could save her

and she believed that they could.

Words she had written and words by others

were oxygen AND she needed them to keep going.

She found they whispered to her while

she walked and rambled about.

If she was still for too long they had nothing to say.

If she scurried and hurried they hollered

but she couldn’t hear them.

It was in that perfect balance of move, pause, wander and wait

where they spoke with surety, confidence and wisdom.

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