For Creativity Challenge Day 29: Protect
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Another Fibonacci Sequence
Was
taught,
when young,
that my words
held little meaning,
were of no value to others.
Then
found
that words
are magic,
able to change meanings
in hardened hearts, on occasion.
So,
words
became
my only
weapons, wielded on
paper with pen, in blue/black ink.
My
shield,
only
meager means
with which to defend
all that is sacred within me.
Now
old,
infirm,
only know
these written words
will go on breathing, beyond me.
Bring
hope,
perhaps
to a heart
that falters in fear
of being heard, without meaning.
Will
bring
wonder,
even joy
to a soul that thirsts
for someone willing to listen.
Elizabeth Crawford 12/19/2016
Soul's Music 
I LOVE this, especially “these written words will go on breathing, beyond me.” That does bring comfort. Beautiful, Elizabeth. One of my favourites of yours.
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only know these written words
will go on breathing, beyond me
A legacy to be left for later generations which otherwise they might not realize one’s existence let alone one’s contributions! Great Fibonacci take, Elizabeth!
Hank
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