My Journey Into Words
Sometimes, I am afraid of my thoughts,
Ideas swirling and whirling in my head;
Poems and stories, visions and dreams,
Twisting, spinning, moving and changing.
I always need paper and pen.
Since I was a child the words have flowed,
Like the seeking water of a forest stream;
It frightens me and at the same time amazes me,
I am unable to ever stop that I know for sure.
This is my writing journey.
It is part of me, it is like breathing clean air,
Like a dam ready to burst the words are waiting;
They overflow and engulf everything in their release,
It is all about emotions, feelings and messages,
This is my life's destiny.
Like giant crashing waves hitting a distant shore,
The words sweep over me, swallowing my world;
I am not even aware of what I will create with my pen,
At times it begins with just one beautiful word.
This is my need and passion.
And like a thing with a mind of its own it grows,
The pen drips with the words, the mind and pen mingling;
And when I read what I have created my tears flow,
I hang my head with the enormity of it.
This is my writing journey.
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August 2, 2013
Poetry/Verse/My Journey Into Words
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