Is anyone listening? Anyone at all? Writing and writing. Following the call. Words on a blank page. Meaning with original thought. Capturing a world inside my head. Shedding light where there once was darkness. Scattered memories that hide from me through dreams. Later spill out into my poetry.
Reading through each line of every verse. Imagination to pull it along.
Darkness fading as the light sweeps through
Creative energy coming in
Leading me to write once again.