Muse
I try to write the words in my soul. These precious bits of thoughts and images
that seem to flow so naturally from my soul. can find no solace in the written form
for when written down they seem incomplete as if part of my dream is still in my
head at that distant shore so far away yet so often tread that I think that I know it’s
every curve and contour. yet when written it shows me how incomplete is my
understanding of something that is so integral to my soul that extends beyond
my soul to the places unknown that reaching within is like reaching without. I call
it a path but it is more then that yet less to the point where any descriptive word
falls short of its very nature that there seems to be no point in trying to describe
yet it so calls to be described that I beat my head against the door trying to unlock
the words that I need searching through text and voice to find the proper rhythm
and sound. Still the waves beckon me taunting me to the point I want to break
down and cry. Nothing fits I have tried please I gave it my all can you not see the
words you demand are not within me to command go find someone new and be
their muse. I Just Wish To Be Alone.
Copyright © Natalie Lekang | Year Posted 2006
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