Writers

One day we shall explore, what this is all about

Why we feel the need to write, and let the words come out

It seems so bloody endless, it doesn’t ever cease

The words that swirl inside our minds, grow more, never decrease

Words about diseases, words about our life

Words from a doting mother, words from a loyal wife

Sometimes about people, who we will never know

Sometimes about their feelings, and other things that we don’t know

So where do these words come from, if they are not really ours?

How do they even get there, and grow larger through the hours?

When we pen to paper put, the headaches go away

But not until we’ve done it, if not they’re here to stay

We write about our passions, We write about our fears

We sometimes write of clouded minds and battling through the tears

But are these words ours solely, is there purpose , we don’t know

Do they have to end sometime, one day will they just go?

For now we’ll just keep on going, let it all come out

And one day we will explore , what this is all about

©️Vicki Lucas