Poetry: For the Words, Are All Around Me

The secret syllables and words surround me in a morning fog I absorb them through the places I wonder ideas I ponder they flow into my blood veins as they spill from my rose lips like shameless water they sweep into me like the wind behind my bare knees they whisper into my ears within the summers breeze they creep u on me like a bottle feeling emerged from being cloaked deep within the search for a pen and paper, feverishly begins into the depths of my soul the intensity is hard to control like a wave, the words tumble over me overwhelmingly grainy sands distort my messages vision as I struggle to write how I remembered the piece would begin it feels like a rush of electric creativity lightning bolts of wisdom jolt through my body shooting from me stories of grief, and struggles things I share to help others not to repeat of loss and love like a bottled sermon thrown from above the words hit me