I sit in wonder, as the words flow
from my mind, onto the page.
Words born from the ether
of imagination; borne unto the world.
And yet, even as they flow free,
blooming from their dormancy,
I wonder…what they mean.
And so, the seeds of doubt are sown,
by the demon buried deep within.
Seeds that I know will only fester
in the darkness of my insecurities.
I wonder, if these words are worth saving.
Even so, I write, for I can do nothing else;
I write…and pray they hold meaning
that I can no longer see,
for the demon has blinded me.
I spew out the words
onto the page, as though they’re gibberish,
and pray this language I speak,
still exists in the mind of you.
© September 9, 2010 CRF
This was inspired by the wonderful Spirit Wild Chronicles blog that can be found at http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=43333579&blogId=538974264