It is like water
It flows through my nervous system
From my brain to my fingers
And out on the page

For years
I have gone thirsty
Not realizing
What it was that I was longing for

Than
I found it again
The water

And realized
I was parched with thirst
And I drank and drank and drank
And the water flowed through me and onto the page
These words are my lifeblood

I wonder
If
Perhaps
These words
These poems

Are not in fact
Water nor blood
But my drug

But than I realize
That the words that flow out onto the page
Do not numb
Nor allow me to escape
Like drugs do

Instead
These words
These precious words
Let me face myself on the page
Let me understand myself
Let me know myself
Let me live
Truly live

They are
The air are my spirit breaths
The water it drinks
And it is the lifeblood
Of my soul