And So I Write

I have words that long for the spilling.  They tumble inside of me, deep.  And so I write.

I am invisible.  Lost in the world of diapers and dishes.  Who I am is trapped within.  And so I write.

I have songs that wait for hearts to sing them.  And so I write.

I am filled with stories just waiting for eyes to read them.  And so I write.

I write and I write until I feel that I am empty of words.  I write and I write letting the inner me escape the trappings of wipes and dish soap.  I write and I write listening for hearts that are singing.  I write and I write in hopes that eyes enjoy the reading.

The words have been loosed, the poet awakend......

and so I write.