There is a poem deep inside of me
Looking for words and fighting to be free.
Worries and wonders that bounce through my mind
They struggle for rank and fight not to be left behind.

Perhaps a calm moment in a quiet space
The words will stream forth and find their place.
Lyrical and light, fleeing what I can’t abide.
Instead comfort and solace to be their guide.

How do I frame reflections of my soul,
When cohesion and good purpose are my goal?
The labyrinth of my sundry ponderings
To my poem allude infinite things.

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