Fri, 30 Dec 2022 01:50:01 +0000
poetry, writing

The words must come
They’ve been held back too long
All else came first
Leaving thoughts swirling in my head
Unanchored, adrift
Broken pieces of seaweed
Floating aimlessly in the waters

My hands on the keyboard
Bring the bits and pieces together
Knitting ideas and thoughts
Into some structure of meaning
A place for creativity to flow