The choice of my words not only scare me
But bring me up to date with my heart and my soul
Everyday I´m allowed to let go a little
Only a little at a time
When I´m done I go back and research the thought
Never complete images
I have allowed my hands to take over
To whirl ways in letter, paper and pen
When I read and later analyze
I realize it is only me looking through a mirror
Scared to death of the many visions
That allow these powerful insights to penetrate
Deep into the lines, the blank lines
Of anything that surrounds my inner being
So close to the end while being near the middle
I begin again from the start every single night