When words begin to appear on the page,

I’m trying to tell some kind of story.

My travels in my mind reach those edges

that help define me, providing clues.

Oh there is that occasion of fighting tears

when all my words spend time alone.

There is then that moment of euphoria,

when something connects, I breathe.

I’ve always loved the lines that listen,

your poetry will tell a story about life.

I’ve reached deep inside my psyche,

occasionally a frightening path.

I’ve showered love and kindness that

emphasizes a symbol of being human.

So when the final closing thoughts

reach my mind, I try with effort

to recognize beauty in our lives.