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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