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For Charlie

I wrote this a long time ago, when I was frustrated with my inability to express myself; I've come a long way, but this piece has a special place in my heart.

If only you could walk my way,
And hear the sounds I hear all day,

           The music notes that rise and fall,
                 The words that enter past recall.

I have no gift for song or rhyme,
And yet I feel them all the time,

            I cannot coax what lies concealed,
                 To venture forth and be revealed.

Every time I try to write,
The words will slither out of sight,

          They whisper cruelly in my ear,
                But on the paper disappear.

Even though it seems to be,
I suffer with the sounds in me,

         They comfort me in times of need,
               The music plays and words proceed.

You'll never hear a symphony,
Or any of my poetry,

         To write the words I'm trying still,
               Deep down I know I never will.

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