The Sharing Soul

I do not own

what comes through

these

gnarly

fingers.

words never fink

like

feelings do

shared

indeed

amongst

flowing

one

into

 another.

the

sharing soul

writes

long

forgotten

lengthy

words

as his own child…

beginning in that

moment;

undefinable

between

meanings

despite

 sincere prayers.

greater

mysteries

are

earned

even though

I know

you’ve tried

so hard

but didn’t know

how

to

be kind.

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