Best Poems Written by Erin Charaba

I Don'T Write

My hands are either blessed or possessed

I feel as if I don't write

But that my spirit pours prophetic words onto the page

The more I grow and age

The less I have control over these urges

Much less a hobby, these are emotional splurges

I write the words in my heart that my lips don't speak

Words so deep that they have their own melodies

My heart sometimes denies these motions

Because I guard my emotions

My hand keeps my heart up to speed

I'm a minister, I administer this literature

These sonnets, these verses

All you're getting is a miniature

Sample of my vocabulary

Because if I pour my soul all the way, I'll feel naked

Some things should be kept secret

Until I let go of my defenses and can take it

Meanwhile, I let these angels use my physical being

To compose these words that you are seeing

To release me spiritually and give me the vision my eyes don't see

I don't write these words

These words write me

Copyright © Erin Charaba | Year Posted 2011