By: Yellowbonewonda

There is a world that is created in my mind

That I’ve been to

Where some have never visited

Or would visit

Because it’s weightless


And peaceful

And it has gotten me where I am now

Marked way beyond my years


Still in a place of an innocent child

I don’t judge anyone

But everyone

On a level most are not ready to face


That is a level of truth

And honesty

I have little knowledge of the world


It’s always changing


Knowledge of the heart


It’s felt joy


It has been broken

I have a constant tapping in my soul

By experience

What I’ve felt

Something I’ve seen


Or never had any idea of

Writing is something I fight because

At times

I am too lazy to remember

When the surge of words hit me like a tornado

Or just being stubborn


I don’t want to find something to write it down with

Before the tornado disappear

I’m noticing I’m getting more lazy and stubborn each day

If I allow myself to be a vessel

You can see how words can just flow


Why do I fight something that comes

So easy

I say fear

Fear to commit

And fear of failure

That the words will not come no more

So what do I do




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