No Words

Waiting for Words August 28, 2016

I turned around,

remembering all who had

reached out a hand

when I thought

I was lost,

when I couldn’t hear

my own voice

or find my own

sacred ground.

And at last there were

no words,

no more questions —

no other choice

but to reach back.

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