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Apology

I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

Our souls have joined

I see your pain.

I feel your frustration

Towards those green papers

I would sell my soul if It would help.

Now again I try to repress

And be strong for you

Guilt sets in as I can’t

Seem to help.

Anguish over your pain

Love keeps me from sinking

I must be strong

To keep you from anger.

A dotted line through the phone

One to help me

Help you if it became solid

The green notes wont

Destroy you, I will find some

To assist our way.

I feel unable as hard as I try

I can’t just sit here

It’s not my way.

I’ll do what I must to get

Some to pay my way

Keep you smiling.

© 2019 Wendy Engela

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