So this is it.
The return to what has
Always
been
with Me.
Words.
Stories.
Poems.
Still here
waiting.
Not always patiently.
Fact in point,
Source of depression
Deep sorrow
Frustration
deeply grooved into my psyche.
And still,
they wait
Words
on paper
on the screen
in print
in my head
in my mouth
on my tongue.
Words.
Tripping
Flowing
Jumbled up in a tangle
Sensuously
Energetic
ally.
A writer
I remain.
Returning to self.
I pray.

@junemoon 02/2009

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