Why I write

A feeling left to germinate,

Giving birth to a flurry of thoughts

I dare not share

Today, a boiling point has been reached

It’s time for the pen to spin

To pierce the veneer that keeps life hidden

Every tear swirls across the page,

A symphony in the stillness of heartache,

Reflecting what lurks within

I smile at the unfettered markings

Rough and fragmented,

But alive with honesty

In a reality crafted by age-old lies,

The scribbles of a first draft are something I truly cherish

They’re unbound by the illusions of the matrix

Written,

Away from prying eyes,

The first draft sprung into the material world without shame

After my much-needed purge,

My pen takes a turn – something in the air is changing

My temples have grown warm with a presence

Seasoned by their wisdom,

I marvel how the vestiges of my being

Fuse with the divine

It’s always available to those who seek