A writer's plea

My thoughts sour to endless heights.
I care.
I cry to be heard.
To express love,
The beauty of life...
A miracle no one understands.

Lord, show me.
Bless me.
Tell me what to write.
Let me see everything
As it is.
Inspire me to understand.

Let me hear the melody of sound.
Hear me Lord,
One day there will be no more.
Please listen to me.
Don't take me...not yet.

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In 1989 a ruptured brain aneurysm left Charlene unable to write, talk or walk. After two years and a miraculous recovery, she pledged a vow to write.