You've put strong bones in my body,
stronger words in my soul.
Only the days I recognize You can this brain produce these soft syllables.
So many words waiting.
I learn how to wait through these words.
brilliant, soft, powerful, gentle, and they roll.
and they wait for months, for years.
still useful,
but not for yet.
but I cherish them.
not for what they've done,
but just for who they are.
not even close,
but still.
loved.
wait.
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