I Write So Much (Inside My Head)
Posted on November 24, 2007
I write so much inside my head, I fear you will not understand,
I place my fingers on these keys and pray that God would still my hand.
An arrow pierces to the quick and causes mortal soul to bleed,
As words appear upon the page my heart laid bare for all to read.
Are secrets hidden deep within these simple turns of phrase,
For you to see the deep-set scars that set my past ablaze?
Or am I simply seeking healing touches of a kind,
And as these words spill out that I could also touch your mind.
Would words I write be soothing and the soul within content,
In some small way to leave a mark before this life is spent,
I wish I could secure this and would know in surety,
Yet fear in mem’rys quickly fade to bleak obscurity.
But stop the spillage of my soul? I could not bear the thought!
I write for something deep within, more often than I ought.
I would much rather perish than to leave this task undone,
For writing offers love and life like lilacs in the sun.