Put It To Paper

It happened

And haunts

Put it to paper

One word

Then another

The raw churn

Ever moving

Becomes abstract

And still

On the page

 

When it is released

It is shared

Among us

And what was

Once yours alone

To carry

Is divided

Between many

We shall lock arms

And walk from the place

Together

That you could not leave

Alone

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013