poetry in our souls
we elvate the words
we elvate the words
and whisper them through
are heart,and speak with our
minds...
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....