A.M. Ream Poetry · Poetry

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I never understood
why the words never came.
So many questions
with no answers.
A constant swarm of thoughts
in my brain without
any way of expression.
Then you entered my life,
and a tiny spring formed,
a steady trickle that gradually
flowed into a gushing torrent.
You were always my words,
my answer, my muse,
my completion.

–June 29, 2016

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