When my heart
Breathes
Life into lines
Emotions into letters
Letters into words
When my soul
Speaks
Through the English language
Using my vocabulary
As an artist would use his paintbrush
When poems rise
From the mist of my mind
Echoing through my inner chaos
When all is still and silent
Save
For the whispers of wisdom
Slivers and fragments
Of honesty
That slip through
Neurons and nerve endings
When my eyes
Look around and see
Words instead of
People
When my thoughts
Are all poems
Waiting to be penned.