Writing Every Which Way

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Lost treasures

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I was out of place,

Lost among streets I didn’t recognize.

I thought it was over,

Until you appeared.

Before I knew what was happening,

I felt your hand in mine.

Calloused fingers entwined with smaller ones,

And the struggle was over.

You guided me to familiarity,

And although I didn’t find

The item lost

I’d found a more precious one

In you.

 

*I’m home sick today and had a dream that inspired this poem. After some drafting while I attempted to shower off my sickness, this is what I came up with. Happy Monday!

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Author: Madi Uram

I'm just another young writer hoping to get noticed in the world of publication. The majority of my time is put into writing novels, but I'm no stranger to journalism, playwriting, and critical essay's, too. I'm also the author of "The Little Paragons" which can be found on Amazon.com.

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