The Debt II

My words need
My silence to speak.

If I talk and talk
And people mill me
About, they will not
Come out the way they
Should and live freely
Speaking on the page.

This place is
Their space and I
Live in it and be
Their servant.  There is

No pay but I
Have wealth enough -
I have my
God with me
And pray that
My words will
Keep me from
Being too lonely.

My words need me
And I need them
For I would not
Be who I am
Without their food.
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