I Want to Tell You

I wonder why saying how you feel makes so many people nervous. I have

friends not just one or two but many who can’t say

anything much. Most of them listen but when it comes to

Saying Something Real like how they really are (and all of us every

one of us has to be a Mixed Bag just because we are Bags, and Mixed

after all)  use words like Fine and Good though neither of these

is ever enough as though adjectives are ever complete. They just don’t

want to say.  And then there are those of us  is my own particular

category those of us who want to say and say knowing

so much we will never understand  Life in the Big Sense

Life in the Small Sense too.  When someone asks  how I am

I want to tell her.  And tell her. ( I often wish

that she’d tell me. )

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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