For far too long, they went unsaid.
Piling and crowding, inside my head.
Now, it seems, they flow with ease.
But still, they miss their mark to please.
They escape in torrents, flooding space.
But those they are meant for, dodge them with grace.
So, once again, my voice goes unheard,
My mind bogged down, with wasted words.
MelDouleur.com 
not unheard….
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😦 perhaps heard by the wrong ears?
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I’m hoping that it is time processing maybe… Know that you have hundreds of fingers and toes crossed for your happiness
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Thank you girl… I’d settle for sanity, at this moment.
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The words are not wasted, our worries are. Hugs, friend.
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Don’t stop talking Mel. If not now, you will be eventually be heard girl. Nothing will change if those words just stay in your head.. they just lead to unhappiness. Been there.. so I know. It just takes a while for the guys to process.
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I totally agree with this.
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Thanks keiko! I appreciate that!
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They’re never wasted, Mel, never that.
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Thank you so much, Richard!
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You’re welcome😄
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Don’t keep them in.
If you keep them in they will torment you.
You will chew on them and make it worse for yourself.
Big Bear hug for you
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There are some things you can’t/shouldn’t say…
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Can you write them down in a private journal? not here
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They’d still be wasted…
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I’m ok… don’t worry, I’m shaking my ass on the treadmill
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bump it up a notch and do some exercise for me too will ya lol
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Your words are always eloquent….
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