Poem -

A VOICE UNHEARD

I asked the rain
Make me a River

That I may wash away lies

I begged of the sun
Melt me an ice cap
That I may discover all truths

I told the snow
Cover me in coldest frost
That I may freeze all fear

I whispered to the fire
Warm me in flames of hope
I am so cold

I spoke to the rainbows
Paint my soul in glorious hues
That I may be rid of the black

I cried at the moon
Spread your magic before me
That I may find a path 

I wept at the soil
Open up a chasm
Where I might find safety

And in the end
Only the soil
Answered.
Marion Price (2019)

 

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A Lonely Journey

Marion, 
Thank you for reading, and commenting, on a couple of my poems, because I'm not on enough, so I might not have seen this, and it's just an amazing write! Absolutely beautiful. I had to Pin it, so I can read it in the future. 
I just loved that. 
Thank you, 
Matthew. 

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Marion

Oh thank you so much Mathew, I am the same, I miss so much of everybody's work as there are weeks at a time when I can't get on here either, appreciate you comments ??

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A Lonely Journey

You're welcome, Marion, and it's too bad you can't get on more because you truly are a fantastic writer. 
Have a great day! 

Matthew. 

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Marion

Aw...what a lovely thing to say, and actually...ditto ?

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A Lonely Journey

Thank you Marion!!! 
You're so nice. 
The worst thing is I really love writing, and reading, but most of my time is taken by an accounting job!(ugh). I dislike numbers anymore. 
Have a great day! 

Matthew. 

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Marion

My time also is taken up in the hospital's...reading is  is my lifeline and poetry is a great escape isn't it...it is very healing ...this is a great site with great people...blessings ?

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A Lonely Journey

Yes, it is Marion. Are you a brain surgeon? You seem awfully smart. 
M. 

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Marion

Lol...no..just a humble minion! ??... I am a HCSW working with the physically and mentally ill...challenging, exhausting and I wouldn't do anything else ??

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RRG (Rebecca)

Wow. Feel this one. Wishes and dreams in the landscape of life and the one ultimate unavoidable truth... is the end. So love this Marion. Truly. Blessings.

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Marion

I really appreciate you reading and commenting Rebecca, I try to write happy sometimes but my pen always seems to veer towards inner struggle and death ...lol...???

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