there are nights
when the words seem everywhere
and i want to write my entire soul out
spill my being onto the page
capture myself in ink and pen
the words don’t come.
they remain locked inside my soul
and i don’t know what to say
or what to feel
and i am alone
but not alone.
because the breeze wraps itself around me
and the quiet hush of the evening holds my hand
and the storm of words calms inside my heart.
and i know that i have a lifetime of words
a lifetime of sentences and stories to be told
they can stay inside.