Two short poems


Waiting is the most

human of things. It has no

speed, just time and force



I’m sitting here wondering where my words went

Because I am afraid to look for them,

for fear that they may be lost.

I started to write but the pen wouldn’t move.

Opened my mouth to speak and the words hid inside.

Started up the computer to type and my fingers hovered above the keys.

Broke open my heart and found it empty.

Became afraid of my impossibility and stopped trying.


Written by: Kelundra Smith


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