The words found a way

I can feel it in my bones ringing in my ears the words I long to utter the things I hold near For a long time I held them close did not say them aloud I learned to pen them into poems But the words learned how to escape they clawed and they scrabbled and eventually it was even in song that I learned to dabble And now the words come out sometimes even without me thinking I reply in song or poem call it what you will They just bubble up from the depths of me out in rhymes and hymns sonnets and whims And I have made friends confessed my many sins go on with life less burdened but deeper in conscious thought ©The words found a way 4/03/2025 - Artimus  Susan Manley All Rights Reserved