hmm....

I've been thinking. I can play around with words all I want. I could make great writings, I mean the stuff that will be remembered years from now.

I can imagine can't I?

But whatever I write, there's always going to be that drop of emotion, that sliver of feeling that I'm not going to be able to transfer into them. Whether its happy, depressing or downright heartbreaking...I'm not that good to be able to express everything. So this post is for that drop of emotion that I haven't been able to express.

A drop of my soul that I can't write

Its always within me.

It keeps me sane when times aren't bright

Thats how it's always been.

A spoken word for the unwritten

A heartbeat for the still

The life you want that comes unbidden

and from your spine, a chill.

A shard of my life left intact

A morsel of my spirit

Kept safe from pain and hurtful facts

It whithstands the roughest grit

Cheers

Healing Poet