Words Pour From Me

by jimowensjr


pour from

me like water,

torrents of rushing water,

cleansing my soul from within,

from deep within my soul, gushing onto

blank pages, until the ink-covered paper becomes

a placid pool, an estuary of emotion, a reservoir of relief,

for a time, until my dreams must once more spill over, or burst

forth, from the dams of illusion, unrestrained by convention and security.