Collecting in my head
until they spill
drenching the keys
of my keyboard
and the alphabet
merges into rows and rows
of beautiful
words
they have taken over
my empty hands
until my mind flickers
sparks with imagination
and these words
are long lost friends
pen pals
I try to get to every day
and I am thankful
I find them
when I am silent
and they allow me a conversation
even without my voice
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Poetic Trials 