It's been a year or so with out poetry.
Here is the first breath of life.
Enjoy.
But I know that my soul wants to speak
I feel it. Its restless
Turning and aching and craving
Release
It's been awoken, after sleeping for so long
The pen shakes my fist clenches and face screws up in frustration
I close my eyes.. And see words like a ticker flashing past too quick to register
My soul is restless
Turning and aching and craving
Release
It's been awoken, after sleeping for so long
One long.. Deep.. breath.. In.
My hands come to my chest
Another.. breath..
Release
Ive got a story. These pages have been aching for ink, I've got a story and I'm ready, to give it life.
Turning and aching and craving
Release
This adventure has been awoken, after my eyes have been close for far too long.
Im not sure what to wrte,
But this seem like a good way to start.