We strive with pen upon intended path
Inclined to make the most of measured words.
A line can lead to streams refreshing

My tears fell

like an avalanche

until a stranger

saw me and said

the right word.

My head, no longer lead

slowly came up

How may one find the right word;
Never first, second nor third.
I just sit here and search my brain
‘Til it’s overcome

HONEST TRUTH

There he stood in the witness box,

a professor of English, no less.

Having placed his hand on the Bible -

only

Words Never Fail

A picture is deamed worth a thousand.
The right one?  Worth a thousand pictures!
Alone, it marks potential