Ink Lings

It's always been there. You know. That urge To turn a thought into a material thing Express yourself as your hand is willed Imagination, poured upon a page I kid myself that lack of time forestalls my effort For inside, I know it is me that lingers in the gate The fear of rejection is strong. What price humility Does the risk outweigh the reward. But then, a comment. Someone has enjoyed my musings Exhilaration flows through me. Validation I know now that I must throw my voice upon the page And let those I engage accept it as they may I revel in a sense of satisfaction Revealing, like a stripper, bits of me Through a shared thought, a moment, a connection My “Ink”lings shaped into my verse