The Words In My Head
Sometimes I think I was born with pen in hand.
Words flow freely defining all that I am.
I don’t always know but can understand.
Words carry me off to a far away land.
I sit down to write it makes me feel whole.
Bringing needed light to a once darkened soul.
The words become like fish inside a bowl.
They swim in circles with nowhere to go.
I hope I can help I don’t mean any harm.
The words I say become part of my charm.
Some are quite scary, causing people alarm.
Other times they are tools with which I arm.
I cannot stop the voices in my head.
So I close my eyes and go to bed.
Thoughts are the meat, words the bread.
They determine the path on which I tread.
Words create some comfort when I feel alone.
Making me try things outside my comfort zone.
When I hurt and the ache goes to the bone
The words in my heart find me a home.
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