Is it the sudden outburst of emotions?
Or a pre-meditated art?
The overflow of thoughts
Or the unraveling of the mind?
The play of colors and the dance of figurines
The jumbled images and phrases within me
Sometimes they laugh and sometimes they weep
All are entangled and tied up in knots.
Suffocating and breathing heavily
I manage to unburden myself,
The door of my inner eye opens
And they tumble on to the pages before me.
My kindred spirits are adorned in ink
Forever eloquent and unfading,
The pangs of birth are over
Contented I heave a sigh of relief.
Carryontuesday: "We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear"- Ella Wheeler Wilcox