Evolution of Scrawl

Waiting for my feelings to break loose
For those pseudo-soulful words to follow
Taking my thoughts out of their noose
Frozen in a fragment of time
Shadows mock my faith, prayers unheard
Are imprisoned by a stagnating mind
My soul begins to crawl as I keep up the scrawl
Something indefinable falls away
But as of yet eloquence will not flow

I never really did understand
What lures me into that moment
Where nothing exists but the simple bliss
Of witnessing a mind release
And manifest something -priceless or worthless-
Depending only on the eyes that behold
Ignore all distractions, dispense with inhibitions
And simply play with abstractions
Metaphors and symbolism

To eschew all that is real and focus
Purely on the movement of the pen
A page swiftly filled with sentiments
Making no sense, even to the man casting them out
Mind to page
Before I realise what I've released
What I have imposed upon the world
A gift or a blight
Either or, too late to take them back