When the Soul Starts To Leak

To break and take some time we must To patch the holes from which our soul leaks Recharge, reset, remember why The pen we chose to embrace Still there arises a time for Every poet that calls us To decelerate, to stop, back up And evaluate what it is that Spurs us on Is it questions such as these; Does life temper our feelings? Or do our feelings temper life? Are pain and joy exclusive? or are they conjoined? Do pain and joy interrupt our lives? Or do our lives interrupt our Pain and joy? So to break and take some time We must to patch the holes from Which our souls leak But quell The quill we do accept Though others may not understand We do not wish to starve your feeding It's just The need is there to Decelerate, to stop, back up And evaluate how best to Patch the holes from which Our soul leaks and seek the answers to those painful questions So once again we can create