Reluctance

Our precious words we lock away
Save them for a rainy day

Imprisoned in our minds they stay
Never see the light of day

Anxiously they pine away
Falling into disarray

Ideas once bright dimly glow
If only we could let them go

Across blank paper freely flow
Till new dawn the rooster crows

Weaving tales of wondrous lore
Shaking readers to the core

Alas, not yet, it’s far too soon
Maybe come next blue moon

 

One Word Sunday:  Communication

Lost And Found

Out on the street in search of me
Who is it I’m supposed to be?

Into dark of night
Torn by inner strife

Craving meaning in life
But no answers in sight

Long shadows jumping
Hollow heart thumping

Self-doubt lambasting
Soul fragile from fasting

Voice in my heart
Shouts stop playing this part

Cease senseless searching
Cast off self-made hurting

In plain sight
Concentrate on the light

Residing within
Where it always has been

 

Photo A Day Challenge:  Lost

Which Way Challenge