Caught staring into space
my eyes glaze over as my mind seeks to
capture the moment, a line, a rhyme, the time
to describe the verbal visions
bottlenecked in my third eye.
Caught in the before and after
I feel the completed piece before it's written;
appreciate the birthing pains of discovery and rising awareness;
the foreknowledge of the satisfaction of completion,
fulfillment at capturing the mental child nurtured and born from mental wombs.
Another verse and chapter for the work, the mirror
that is my life.
Notions form from the white static and noise
messages from my ancestors and future selves.
Today's message
perseverance and strength
patience, faith and peace.
The words will come and their voices will be heard.
Wait.. what?
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