Too Much
Sometimes I think I write too much,
with the words getting lost in rewrites
repeating and reiterating
those same emotional feelings within
but
within me rises and storms that need
to express what I feel,
reveal what I see.
Strange to think of that long gap
some eighteen to twenty years
when nothing could be written
when life drowned out the need with other struggles
but here I am again,
with a renewed vigor and resurgence of
what has been hiding, pushed down within
the inner depths of my mind and soul
may the words find their way
and may they be worthy
blessed and enjoyed
by the writing and the read.
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