September child,
What can I do?
How can I talk to you?
How to start?
I know God wants me to help you.
What I don't know is how.
For you are smooth and slick,
Never without a witty comment.
But I am not so good at the talking thing.
How am I supposed to help you,
If I can't even talk to you?
If I can't know you?
How?
Tell me how to break the ice,
How to see your soul.
Because right now,
All you're letting me see,
Is the same mask everyone else knows and loves.
But I know there's more to you than that.
So please,
For the sake of my sanity,
Tell me how to reach you.
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Poems from the Right Brain
PoetrySome silly, some not. Some lighthearted, some littered with thought. Some passionate, some numb. Some so clever, some outright dumb. Some more cautious, some bursting with tears. Some revealing memories, some unveiling my fears. So here's my heart...
