Tuesday, July 14, 2015

#13

Wrote this months ago...



An expressive spirit caught me

and transformed me into a wannabepoet.


A conduit of  thoughts and feelings,

past, present, fact, fiction, intuition,

some have lived within for years,

others brand new, unaware of their existence

until my pen strikes the paper.


I share these stories in my voice,

images seen in a certain light,

interesting words cobbled into phrases,

some more personal, near to my core.


It's freeing and frightening to be viewed

so closely by unknown others.

I am not sure of my direction,

but I do not fear losing my way.





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