Cookies, Coffee & Poetry

There’s a struggle in not knowing what to say and how to feel

Struggles of hearing the sound of my own voice

Struggling to express from within- withering away all senses of the high and mighty

I struggle to grasp my thoughts- whispers that slowly dissolve- not even thin air can cage such silence

I struggle to pour out my thoughts into words – words that paint intricately in a vacant blank canvas… canvas in hunger of words filling in the lines to the rhythmic choreographed order

– where do I start?

How do I drop the beat to the rhythm from my mind

All that I have is this pen directed to the paper pondering thoughts of what to write and how will it come about… so I start writing