I used to speak with images.

It’s not enough for me now.

I took a photo.

It doesn’t tell the truth.

I tried to paint,

But the brush strokes lie.

What I need

Is the fire of language.

Words, tumbling out,

Forged with a singular intent.

To make you think

And feel like yourself again.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

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