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.