Too Much

Sometimes I think I write too much, with the words getting lost in rewrites repeating and reiterating those same emotional feelings within but within me rises and storms that need to express what I feel, reveal what I see. Strange to think of that long gap some eighteen to twenty years when nothing could be written when life drowned out the need with other struggles but here I am again, with a renewed vigor and resurgence of what has been hiding, pushed down within the inner depths of my mind and soul may the words find their way and may they be worthy blessed and enjoyed by the writing and the read.