the other day i was asked;
why it comes,
why i put my being on these pages.
I have long known the answer
and that is shared in the body of this place,
a friend told me once that i shared my heart best when writing.
There is a bigger question
and i can only answer from that strange place that has been set free,
for these words bubble up from some untapped spring deep inside me.
They gurgle to the surface
i can capture them.
they burst and are lost to me.
When the thoughts are dark,
even though i capture them on this verse,
they burst and free me from their captive hold.
And so each word
and each thought expressed
are a part of me,
an offering for all to see.I am good with this