PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

its not fully known (even to me)

why I choose to express myself this way

many times I find myself caught in a wind storm

of words and they demand that I put to page what ever

they wish me to say

some would be quick to step up and pronounce this to

be some divinely blessed gift

but who can really say?

maybe they are right and over this blooming knack

I seem to possess I shouldn't become so miffed

after all, I'm not so very special to be blunt for

my own accord

I've been introduced to no grand form of recognition

these passed two to say three years nor received any

worth mentionable reward

mind you, not that I am looking for any such piece

to only collect dust

where it would be placed upon my mantle's shelf

you see, I do this strictly for me

and the constant conflict that takes place within

myself

perhaps one day these words that I so love to scribble

down will give to another at least a good read

but all I care for now is that it seems to fulfill

a deep self repressed need

on no other will you ever find that my personal opinions

I try to push

I only care to whisper of my wonderment at the sight of

the inner strength found burning like the Biblical

bush

at myself over such stretched to the outer limit explanations

I often groan

for most times I tend to write for the simple love of

doing so and that reason alone...............

( written Jan 6, 1993 am)