A couple of thoughts

At my VYWC workshop the leader had us write a few mini-ideas and here are some of mine:
My lost words and actions
Never echoed the way I had imagined they could,
Instead they timidly sunk to a grimy bedroom floor
Where I know my arms will never be quite long enough
To reach them and claim them again.
One word stares determinedly at my beating breast
As if it could form a shape inside,
A shape of an emotion
An emotion that swims in empty lakes and flooded puddles.
The darker sun beats down upon the shoulders of a working class
Who have to punch limbs of Mother Nature
In order to feed the newborns and keep the aged.
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