locked inside journal
thoughts and feelings laid open
don’t misplace the key
Scrambled
Notes
As thoughts
Float
Cast
Adrift
In creative
Shifts
Brilliance
Perhaps
One day to
Sift
But for
Now
Action
Swift
No time on
Favorite words
To
Dote
Success some
Other
Occasion
Toast
Once begun
My
Singular
Hope
A sense of
Pride
In what I
Wrote
A piece
Worthy
Of a writer’s
Gift
When read
By others
To
Uplift
pen and lined journal
implements of creation
where do I begin
Perhaps it’s
Not
So much
Nondescript
As
Insufficient
Verbal prowess
To
Do it
Justice
