barren is my heart,
or so I had worried
till that feeling,
an intense feeling,
rose from its depths;
it broke the shell
I had put around me,
and then, my words
suddenly flew free.

unnamed, that urge,
it returns each time,
when I start to think
I’ve forgot to rhyme;
what seemed so wrong,
it soon feels right,
I’m reminded again,
I was born to write.


Shared with OctPoWriMo Day 1, and Three Word Wednesday #395 (Worry, Barren, Intense).

(1st Oct 2014)


Poetry & writing to me 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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    • It is an endless stream, but it slows down sometimes when it hits a sturdy rock. Just need a bit of patience to see past the rock that time 🙂

      Glad you enjoyed the poem, Rallentanda 🙂 Thanks!
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