PASSAGE

These may be my parting words.
I may turn the page to find it joyously empty, awaiting words
But destined to stay that way.
The ink may dry, still inside my pen.
The thoughts that whirl in my mind
May never form that tunnel
Through which they pass to you.
The next book may inspire me to new and dizzy heights,
And I may write such words and thoughts to make you ponder my life,
Or I may have nothing left to share to fill the empty pages,
Or I may just write.

Tamyka Bell
13 September, 2004


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