Apr 21 2009
Still She Writes poem by Karen Mooney
Still She Writes
© Karen Mooney
She sat alone at night
A candle was her only light
She wrote of her longing soul
And how the past has taken it’s toll
She wrote of loves lost and gained
Her heart has never been well trained
But still she writes what is there
And hoping someday she can share
She hears his voice late at night
She doesn’t even try to fight
She just sits with pen in hand
And jots down memories she had planned
Her paper wet from endless tears
From all the doubts and all the fears
But still she writes what’s in her heart
From her quest, she will not part
Behind, she’ll leave all the doubt
As she quietly blows the candle out
© Karen Mooney
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