a poem
I sit at the keys
Just unlock the ideas
Let them live
Dream and type
Backspace
Give thoughts a space
To go and thrive
Don’t leave them alone
To age and die,
They’re not good enough
They’re too shallow
What’s the big picture?
Should I start again?
This is useless
Words are faceless
But they look at me
They are silent
Still, they call out
For me to finish
The…
Leah Jordan Meahl 