Writing, writing, writing…an endless shuffle through life
Reminiscing, reflecting, rephrasing, retorting, reacting
A subtle reminder of the trials and tribulations
The pain, ego-trips, the lessons, the ones lost and gained
An expression that no quivering lip or scrunched nose could sustain
Characterizing my personality to that of a story-teller, a dreamer
Stereo typical and some what always true
A technique so very loved and comforting can drain the deepest of wells
My mind, heart and soul will not rest, cannot rest
It is now a compulsion, this pen must kiss the page
My perverse imagination longs to see paper seduced by ink
An addiction satisfying my darkest of desires
Strung out on metaphors, I salivate over each new phrase
A captivation growing more and more uncontrollable
Devastating, is the power is held in each stroke
Words to seconds. Lines into days. Promises made for eternity.
The greatest evil, or the kindest good.
A perpetual struggle to impose on the minds of others.
Let my words be Yours…not mine, Lord.
In time definitions will all be lost. The only constant is Your Truth.