Flowing Ink

Words ...

They release me...

When I let them go they feel like rocks

that no longer pound on me

I have to let them go, I have to let them speak for me

they keep on talking to me

ticking inside of me if i don't let them flow

endlessly from within me.

They release my sadness, my joy, my anger and all the

confusions the unexplainable explosions

I am misunderstood but my words ...

they get me ...they know me

that is why they are able to

release me through flowing ink

that forms each word to express

whatever is inside of me

Words...

beautiful things they are