If everything that I write
is everything that I am,
then all the words I’ve written
is all of me;
Words are my flesh,
and stories my breath;
I walk in dreams,
I have been to the mountain top
and have come back down;
And if those words
are all that I’ll ever be,
then those words suffice;
it is written,
it is done,
it is ineluctable,
it is immutable;
I have breathed stories,
and my words became
flesh.
Beautiful. I truly believe what you write is your innerself. I have always written my thoughts. So nicely penned.
Wonderful work …words full of life
First time I read such words. I wish to claim the same dear acclaimed poet.
Kudos to your pen. stay blessed. “And my words became flesh” Ah!!!