BeckyJo

one poet to another

 

Words.
Flowing from your fingers like the tide.
Your highs and lows played out for all to read.
Real talk about you, us, them, it.
Passion, pain, sorrow.
Be the utterance others cannot speak.
Something deep inside drives you.
You must type lest you lose your mind.
Dig deep into the pit of your spirt.
Follow the path to your expression hidden in fear.
Let go of the fear and let the ebb and flow take you away. 
Nothing can touch you when floating in the water of a poets flow.
Believe.
Feel.
Write.
We need you.

February 10, 2016.  © Becky Jo Gibson, All rights reserved

 

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write. Yes we need our words to put on the page.



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