The Writer's Words

My words are lodged inA pit of restrictionDredging them up Is the only way To let loose, to be freeFrom the daily obligation To write new contentFrom the inner burden To inspire through words These hidden words In this budding writer Only passion and artCan craft them together Only determination and practice Can make them appear betterTo the eyes of the critical readersAnd to those who skim and scroll Swift words to nourish their souls Like a nomad’s livestockThey graze our worksHere today, gone tomorrowEver searchingBut never completely findingThe thing that caresses the mindUpon closing the eyesAnd digesting the words of a writerWho dug deep So let all my pensTurn to shovels And I’ll keep writing Till I find the treasure Till the writer’s words Fill every blank pageTill I can describe the moonIn a thousand different ways …Because only then, will I do it all again