The Words

I wanted to write, but never had the fight to do it
No time for contemplation or concentration about life
From being a wife, a mind full of strife, and can’t even say why
Hmm, I sit and I sit and I sit until I get a chance to come up with the words
Do I speak or will it make me weak after the conversations.

Should it really have taken this type of motivation to finally find the words.
It’s absurd!
Never thought I would ever go back to where I use to be
Completely surrounded by the one thing that kept me surrounded. It’s the words.
Words unspoken, only written, but now typed.
Is there a remedy for these extremities continuously happening.
Maybe there is a scripture to help see the bigger picture of it all

Here I am faced with this again my friend the pen or now the keys
Before it never came with such ease for the words to just flow
It’s so easy when you are letting go of those things you believed were gone
An unsung song, a slip of the tongue, ever since I was young, there were
The Words