I can’t quite express
with all due respect
this feeling I get
when I crawl inside
and begin to write.
I hope not
to bore you
my euphoric joy
lasting adequately enough
in order to
get everything out.
Words to me
matter much
simple or otherwise.
Each syllable
or subtle rhyme
mixed and gathered
put on the screen
the balance teeters
it’s hard to capture time.
For a large part of my life
I struggled with literacy,
sometimes it bothered me
I couldn’t just write,
words without effort.
After all and seriously
I paid time to the craft
is it reasonable to care
all this much?
A Warrior Spirit
lives in this space
a soliloquy of thoughts
I’m perfectly full.
Content inner voice
stringing word, after word,
after word.
Thank you
for giving back
your time and attention.
Insatiable eyes
read every line
scouring every inch
appreciating the craft.