My words flow, swift but true.
Glimpses into a mind full of contemplations.
A deep abyss of a mind threatening to overflow and spill all forth.
Visuals being drawn through words sometimes abruptly.
Colors dancing around all written thought, enhancement to my words.
Though none maybe needed,
A selfimage of self presevation.
Many roads with twists, turns and obstacles traveled down.
A life lived too full of too many experiences.
Fuel for all I write.
Fuel for all I bestow onto paper.
Fuel for me to continue.
A healing venting process in which pesonal growth occurs when allowed.
My heart given as swiftly as my words onto paper.
My soul locked tight as is a darkness hiding there.
My eyes allowing few to see more than what is allowed.
My words, my true being.
My penance for my life paid through a cramping hand.
My redemption, my words.
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