Frustration sets in, words caught in flight,
Need to say them, but they don’t come out right.
Misunderstood whispers, lost in the air,
Thought I was improving, but do I dare?
Each fix feels like labor, each word a retreat,
Struggling to express what’s deep and discreet.
Yet in every stumble, a flicker of light,
I’ll embrace my own voice, finding strength in the fight.
MAD 11/22/24
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