Always, the Words

Charmed Chaos

Though others may think I’m antisocial

Because I enjoy being alone

Spending long days writing until my fingers ache

Searching for answers to questions

Others never think to ask

While dead heading a fading rose in the garden

And watching lizards play among the stones

You and you alone know the depth of my soul

And you alone, know always

The words are what make me whole

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: April 2020:Days 6-10 Speaking in the voice of another

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