My pen is poised
and ready
to strike
words into meaning
lyrics into song

Writing
my thoughts
where they belong
on paper,
exiled from my heart
like an exodus
into the ink
that spills over

Run away to
a safe place,
O my soul;
Search for the Promise Land
and behold
the memories immortalised

Lest
they become forgotten,
it's futile.
Lost, am I
in the forests
of thought
and care.

As I stare
into the open sky
I think
I try
though God knows
why

My pen is poised,
ready to write,
yet not knowing
how I'd
begin.