Words

Long and slender writing with ease;
Words pouring out;
Flowing like honey.
They come out of no where;
These thoughts of mine;
Staining the paper;
Like finely aged wine.
I don’t care who reads them;
Don’t care what they think;
I don’t write these words  for the money.
Multiplying;
Overflowing;
Day in and day out;
I must let them out!
Like scurrying mice;
All these words from my head;
Constantly foraging and scrambling about.
My mind how it races;
Overspilling;
Sticking to the lines on the paper.
Some words of love;
Joys, discoveries;
Others of times that I’ve suffered.
Fighting the sword in my hand;
These words have been known to  bite.
I’ll take one last look;
A river of words;
Channeling out in this sea of white.
Dot all my I’s;
Cross all my T’s;
Read it aloud;
Then let it be.
All of my thoughts;
Out here in the open;
Scattered about;
Exposed to the public.

~Cathy Pittillo