Awaiting freedom..

Eagerness is something I’ve had when it comes to writing; and when it doesn’t happen as I want it to, it just puts me off at most times. It’s like that raging fire inside my heart to write out what I want to can’t be let free like wildfire at any other time than what I had wanted it too.



eager heart awaits
freedom on parchment; to quell
fires that mind begins


For the A to Z April Challenge and the April Heights.


(April 1st, 2012)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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