Writing is like a calling
It’s hard to control the flow,
Poems running through my head
From morning until night,
It fills my very essence
I feel a need to let it out,
I do not know what else to do
It just seems so right.
It washes over me,
Like a rhapsody,
Like a tsunami,
Dominating everything,
I feel and sense the messages
That need exposing,
It’s like a melody
Running through my head,
I hear the music
And then the rhymes
And that’s how poetry is for me,
Constantly resonating
In everything I see and do,
I am sorry, if it’s to much for you
But I just can’t keep away,
It’s my life what can I say
I live in music and in poetry,
It fills my life with love,
It carries messages into the sky
On the wings of a dove,
Spreading hope,
Sharing dreams
And a desire for peace.
Poetry washes over me
Beseeching me to speak,
Of spirituality
And awakened belief,
So please don’t get mad at me,
I am being led by something
Even I don’t understand.
fauxcroft 
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