Amy Carmichael

The Price Of These Words - Poem by Amy Carmichael

They say to write more, that this is my talent,
But they don’t know of these well-constructed lies,
Or how I sit at night, alone, cold and silent.
She can’t understand the price, no matter how she tries.

For every word that drives a shiver through their spine,
Or makes them cast their memory back to that childhood feeling,
For that word I gave away my soul. A boy out there holds what is mine,
And without it my life has lost all meaning

So maybe I’m a girl stuck in nowhere, with no change ever,
But these feelings will always linger, and no sea could sever,
Me from those words, and those words from me,
And maybe now lingers something of a legacy

These words come only when someone has torn me apart,
Taken all of me, and searched through the rubble for more,
But somehow even after, I retain a little of my heart,
Enough to spew out images of a friendship tore.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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