And I find myself here again,
confronted with the blank page;
and it isn’t empty and pure,
but full of past memories and life.
Chaotic rising of words from within…
Without a plan…
Without a known…
Just pure expression
from the heart.
Longing,
my longing,
speaking in words
only I can understand.
These voices crawl out of me,
from the blood in my veins
to the tip of my tongue.
And I find myself here again,
singing the song of my life.
Journey To The Self 