Aurora Magazine 2017

Ringing out loud for me in my heart I could tell.

Days press hard And writing doesn’t flow Piece by piece A jigsaw puzzle that never ends Many nights in a row. Several avenues I took in finding The missing piece of the soul. But a striking cord like music When the black ink of a pen rolls. Much to still learn about this quest But putting my mind to rest. Maybe a written word soon out

For the world to see And only if I believe.

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