The Words

The words are here some make it in some slip away some repeat until they take hold, the efforts of the mind and soul stay some weak, some bold. Perhaps, they are just words never meant to be heard slipping in and out of thought stationary in the moment fraught, if unused, they easily slip away lost to the nightmares of the day; I tell you, in the honesty of this role I have little or no control the words that flow from sources unseen to random places the heart has been; messages that unravel within the mind's travels; one more thought on this early Monday morning hoping for the prevalence of dawning for all the world to be put on display experiences of thought-worded ways, slipping in and out on repeat the wonder of a word released. i