My Words

Why do I write? These words rise from an invisible force. Where the mind is taut and released in drips. Cherry-picked random phrases find their way To a virgin page It spins, a lottery of love and hate Of calm and rage That fills each line to engage A soul that yearns A fire that burns to release a creative age Why these words and what do they mean? If not picked, would they be seen? Floating endlessly without a place To fill what was then an empty space For decades passed without a sign That one day those words were mine A miracle or meant to be A million thoughts that came to me Now, each day with more set free All for the sake of literacy I stretch my chains and try to see Will this be my destiny? Forming late in aged mind Are the poems I am trying to find That will dance and resonate To feed my soul, to satiate That crying voice, Have I a choice? Will this thing that I have become Make me strong or leave me numb Only time will tell that tale Will I win or will I fail? Poetry, the coupling rhyme A lyrical piece to last all time Has come to me in infancy To find this poetry that lives in me Now years have passed, my road's been long Finding out if I belong Amongst my peers, I stand beside No longer need to sit and hide Standing tall, recite my thought Grateful for the lessons taught This small gift was bestowed on me Will this be my legacy? Andrew Mears