It begins all upon a
thought
A whirlwind of action
Like a thunderstorm
breaking
Or a hurricane
breaching the the shore line
The dark clouds part
The sun shines bright
Darkness and light mix
together
All at its peak
The surge...
You wrestle it down and
the words begin to flow
Quick and swift
Smooth and hard
Beaten, raw, and
bleeding
Softly, elegantly they
assemble themselves in order
Like building a rose
peddle
Or constructing a great
tapestry of your being
The soul broken open
Existing purely within
the moment
Words travel from head
to hand at lightening speed
Words harsh
Words of scorn
Or a sweet love
And tenderness
Some how these
movements make sense of it all
From beginning, middle,
to end
You know that these
words are your own
And you are better off
for writing them
For experience learned
To live the truth
within
Seeking the wisdom they
embrace
And to own every ounce
of them.
©
2014
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