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.

BGTF

Much Love