I had to stop and think! Why were letters chasing me? Why my pen would not stop craving for words that felt amazing.

How every line in my poem book satisfied my pens craving. The imagination in the poem had all the letters rushing and blushing.

Every line came alive as my one either smiled or cried. The sounds the words made created memories that would never go away.

Mixed with love and pain in every emotion, filled with dreams and imagination many words had to be spoken.

My hand comes alive every-time every time it picks up the pen and writes. My thoughts can not speak! But every poem let's them breath.

Every letter searching and whispering for a word to start listening. This addiction has my craving wanting me to write poetry that's amazing.

And when I sit and I think! And write poetry that's so deep, my mind becomes free my heart beat cuddles me.

The anger inside me that wants to explode and become free, comes out when I write my pen sets it free. 

Letters and words give life to my  poetry. What a different type of life reality has shown me.


JidosReality 26.3.14