I love to simply spend my time
in search of ripples caught in rhyme,
to feel the weight of every word
before its breath is fully heard.
When once again I dip my pen
and dare to start the flow again,
I let my feelings find their place
as ink reveals them line by trace.
For echoes of what\'s gone before
still press against the present door—
they long to linger, not erase,
to leap beyond this printed space.
To make this moment somehow real,
and steep it deep in all I feel,
to share the truths I dare not say
in poetry’s more tender way.
So once again I choose to try,
to seek the how, the when, the why—
for every verse I now ignite
illuminates more than the night.