Lost Notes

She had so many thoughts,

And no place to put them.

No sacred jar.

No glass bottle,

Corked and set for sea.

Only a Twitter feed

And a Facebook status

Here and there

Now and then

Leaking,

Brimming

Over

Sometimes too far over

With her desires

Her fears,

Her truths,

Her colors

Of feelings that

Find their way

Into words.

Words with no place to go.

And meanings she’s not even sure

She knows.

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