Words never poured from my pen
Till I listened to your words
They taught me to let the words
flow as they will
To speak that which my soul is screaming
To let vent the cries that have been
buried all these years
Lacking an outlet as I had
stopped being creative
Blinded any art in my soul
Followed the pack, worried
about money and forgot
the riches that came from
giving the soul a voice to
speak with
Your words reminded me that
the soul needs this voice if
it is not to wither and dry up
For this I thank you with all
the joy my soul feels for again
finding it’s voice.
written 2/2003 some of you know who this is to, and you can see why I would want him to have this.
