These words crowd me
Pushing and shoving,
Fighting and screaming,
Their meaning into my head
In desperation
Their haggard arms reach out
Grasping my mind
Calling so painfully
To be written
My thoughts
So overwhelmed, give way
To feeling and feeling only
I watch
Dazed
As my hand writes
Lines of these words
That sigh so happily
To be put in place
That I smile
A simple smile
That shares their comfort
I hold the paper
Filled with satisfaction
And read
Those words
That now call out to my mind
Out of joy
Of their new found home
They smile
My heart fills
And I pick up a new piece
Of my undeserving paper
New words come
And I write again.
