When words just spill upon the pages,
Previously hidden in the mind for ages,
When all is flooded to paper from pen,
In that moment the pain can all end,
Oh to get it down,-get it done and said,
All those ideas, the thoughts in your head,
Let it flow through your veins freely,
Emmerge and transform to song or poetry,
A piece inside, a part of you,
A feeling, emotion, a view,
A personal window right to your core,
A marking of memory passed before,
Let the pen possess you, take you over fast,
The moment must be spent, for it can not last,
If it passes by, without a seconds glance,
You may never again get another chance,
Fill your world, with careful tone of text,
As one word is a blessing, another maybe a hex.
© Copyright 2017 Kathleen Oakwood. All rights reserved.
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