I write
And writing is
Not a small thing.
I speak
And speaking is
Not an ordinary thing.
What I write and
What I speak
Who has power
To direct me,
To guide me?
What is right
And what is wrong
No one knows.
Where is the air
Who can say?
Yet, I swim
In water to draw a sketch
Of the sky, dear.
My voice, though
Not soft,
Truth is there,
And all know
Truth is hard
To digest.
And I write
On truth,
And I speak
The truth.
It is all
For you.
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