July 23, 2021
The words begin to form inside,
Up from my soul into my mind,
Exposed, no need to crouch and hide,
Set free to let another find.
If they are meant for me alone,
Then why the urge to write and share?
We’re more than merely flesh and bone,
Words help us say, “I’m here. I care.”
So many folks I’ll never meet,
Won’t have a chance to sit and talk,
Nor even pass them on the street
Some summer day out for a walk.
I share my heart expressed in word,
Perhaps through rhyme my song is heard.