Kernels of thought take root
somewhere in my dreams
At the instant I awake,
audaciously I take to my pen
before my mind persuades my heart
never to begin
At the twinkling of my day
expression sparks inside
I stop the work I was purposed for
to recognize rushing of the words
Sentiments of beauty fears passions
struggles shortcomings sins
seep into consciousness,
like the magic mirror on my inner walls,
exposing me from within
Embryonic phrases conceived
to grow to be whatever they will be
fissured thoughts flow together as a poem,
I begin to breathe
emotion ever nearer,
plotting verse devotes me to
the stranger that I seek to know
A woman I forget
comes from her hiding place
to speak in honest prose
In those moments I cannot refute
the notions are surely mine
Exposed is my hiding place,
for on the page from myself,
I can never hide
