The words that come from my soul,
The ones that inhabit my minds,
The ones that invade my being.
Those words that fight for they're right
to be put to paper so quickly I can hardly
keep up.
Happy ones, the words of joy & rememberance,
Sad ones, that sometimes make me cry,
Angry ones, that make my fist clinch tightly
and annoying one that I have no answers for.
All the little words of one or more syllables
that emerge from my pen as it touches the
paper before me.
Sometimes, they overwhelm my presence so
incredibly much that they astound me
to the deepness of myself.
Knowing that...
The words that come to play today will be
the very words that I'll leave for tomorrow.
Copyright ©2008 Rebecca (Mickey) Leal
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Just Words

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