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.