Monday, January 2, 2012


poetry in our souls
we elvate the words
and we mold to are souls
and whisper them through 
are heart,and speak with our 
I breath every breathe of poetry
with every word I speak,I run 
words across my mind and visualize 
the epitomy of speaking my poetry 
ever so softly....
 but fear escape me from mumbling
a word,,,the thought of doing so has me
bouncing with fear,as different words
enter my mind,and form a word to slip through
my mouth.....
I feel the soul stirin poetry  release me of my fear....