When do we stop being a blank page?
so full of words, images
we are weighted down, submerged
What’s on the other side?
The unknowns become familiar
yet we are lonely, disconnected.
A child sees joy
with unwavering acceptance
joins in and plays.
Where two or more meet
there are opinions, yet
Why do we feel alone with our thoughts?
A child holds on to the good
knowing you can erase even on old crinkled paper.
“Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life. ” – Mumford & Sons
The Word Rummager 
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