Falling into the arms of darkness,
Stilling my mind,
Distant dreams all but forgotten,
In the buSY-ness of life.
Taking a break,
Sharpening my brain,
Poetry underlies my every thought,
Inspires my every reflection, conception;
Creating in rhyme or rhythm
Feeds my very soul
And if it were forbidden
I would be far from whole.
©Denise G Allen, 19 March 2013 19:39