~*~ Words *~*

Where are my words?
Once they were hidden
Someplace so deep inside me
They could not find their way out.

And then ... He came
And unlocked the door
That they were hidden behind.
The words escaped from their prison.

Feelings became words;
Words became stanzas;
Stanzas became poems.

And then they disappeared again.
They slipped back into the chasm
Of my soul,
Lost in the darkness,
Gone.

Have I shut myself off so tightly
That nothing can come out?
I still feel.
I still want.
I still hurt.
I still love.

Have I lost my passion
And with that my words?
I am incommunicado.
I want to write again.

But it's all hidden away,
Bottled up.
I can't seem to let it out.

My verbosity,
Loquacity,
Prolixity ...
Gone.

My muse, still with me,
Might he have the key?
He forces me to try.
One tiny word at a time,
Slowly ... Oh so slowly,
He teases them out.

And so, for now.
These few words,
A start?
Only time will tell.

~* The End *~