Drawn in brown line
with a slight figure
to know your center
to find a balance
on these slim, slim legs.
With mouth wide open
a scream or a laugh
a cross for torso
ocean waves for hair
pin drops for your eyes.
Such wisdom drawn here
from fingers of young
more wisdom then I
have ever held here
in my slender lines.
I have heard a good poet
must believe deeply in something
to give a voice to belief.
What do I still believe in?
My world has become thin
lacking in substance.
Was it love?
Did I believe in love?
My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family.I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.
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