This was written for a friend, almost a year ago, someplace else. No luck getting it published, so I’m doing it myself. 🙂

An audible snap
carried down the line,
as emotion yielded to
thought and allowed
itself to be written.

Your heart in words
dark, cold,
bitter as tears,
Deafening anger
oddly beautiful.

What I would do for
one quiet moment,
a little clarity.
Just one moment
time to search,

A wish to find
words, any words,
to tame the rage
and soothe
your wounded spirit.

Shawn 8/17/07