Voice of the Soul

Sometimes I sit to write
words fill my head before inspiration
I lay back and listen
succumbing to my wild imagination

its hard to write at times
to find the write words to describe
the feelings
the ones you want to express
layered deep inside

other times it comes like a hurricane
washes through my soul
up into my brain
so hard to control

my fingers move and eyes close
I imagine a dream world full of prose
the perfect scene of glory and splendor
the true part of my soul
I am now the pretender

I sometimes pretend to be well
I pretend not to fear
other times I pretend I'm God
down on earth I peer
I’ve pretended to be a rock star
I've pretended to be a poet
I've pretended to know the ending
this is how I show it

its my only salvation
the only way to breathe
my words are my voice
my words set me free

I may write nice
I may write wrong
I may write short
I may write long
but as long as I'm writing
and giving into my voice
I'm elating my soul
I don’t have much of a choice