Emotion
Dripping
Down
My
Heart.
Thoughts
Seeping
From
My
Mind.
My soul is
Delicate
Beautiful
Untouched.
As words are
Formed
Within my
Body
They take shape as
Poems.
I write to
Feel
Think
Breathe
Understand
The ever-changing world that is around me.
I am connected to all that is alive
The Earth, sweet ripened nature
Humanity, crazed desperation
Animals, instinctual creatures
Nature, innocent wilderness.
My connection is my words
They drop from my hands
I offer them to the world
To the sky, in its gaping mouth,
I speak my words.
To the ocean, underneath every salted curl of the rippling tide,
I draw my words in its soft sandy skin.
To the trees, amongst their whispers,
I carve my words into their rugged hands.
These poems are the
Script
Of
My
Soul.
I write to
Exist.