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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