Soul Inscribed

When I first put pen to paper,
With logic, grammar and rationality,
When I applied the structure,
The rigid, uncompromising nature of my learning,
When I, first pen to paper, prompted by stiff words,
Unyielding to mind and soul,
I said, quite plain, “No more.”

I waited for the inspiration,
The inspiration I received, soulful and powerful.
My hand moved with soul of it’s own,
And song and tale inscribed themselves into view,
And I gave wordful life, to my illogical and very human soul.


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