My Words

My words flow, swift but true. Glimpses into a mind full of contemplations. A deep abyss of a mind threatening to overflow and spill all forth. Visuals being drawn through words sometimes abruptly. Colors dancing around all written thought, enhancement to my words. Though none maybe needed, A selfimage of self presevation. Many roads with twists, turns and obstacles traveled down. A life lived too full of too many experiences. Fuel for all I write. Fuel for all I bestow onto paper. Fuel for me to continue. A healing venting process in which pesonal growth occurs when allowed. My heart given as swiftly as my words onto paper. My soul locked tight as is a darkness hiding there. My eyes allowing few to see more than what is allowed. My words, my true being. My penance for my life paid through a cramping hand. My redemption, my words.