Clarity.

Posted August 7, 2006

Sometimes I write just to feel the motion in my fingertips
To see the ink scribbled across a page
To hear the scratch of the pen
and the crinkle of paper
Frequently, I find myself with pen in hand
and nothing to say
But when I begin writing, somehow, it comes to me
Creativity storms my being
My thoughts run clear
and my words are poetry
There is no rhyme, no conscious structure
Just words with hidden meanings
and a passion that can't be disguised
It's pouring from me
I can touch your heart and move you soul
Let me pen you something beautiful