Process The Process

How many times in my life can I
Have feelings without words?
A lot to process
Process the process
Profess to possess
Refuse to confess
What words can't finesse
It looks like a mess
From outside the fortress
I built to harness
Contain more or less
Wave hands & then bless
Before I digress
In the name of progress
I am traveling at rest.
A handwritten poem reflecting on feelings and the struggle to express them in words, accompanied by abstract sketches and doodles.

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