I Write
I am still finding my voice.
After many years, many forms and many inspirations.
I am still finding my voice.
Sometimes it comes quick.
Like a torrent that I try to tap
with a few feeble words.
Sometimes it is simply gone.
I feel dried up, used and empty.
It has vanished along with my will
to capture it
to render it
to make it whole.
I spent years trying to perfect and mold
what I wanted to say.
Then I realized
I am still finding my voice.
After many years, many forms and many inspirations.
I am still finding my voice.
Sometimes it comes quick.
Like a torrent that I try to tap
with a few feeble words.
Sometimes it is simply gone.
I feel dried up, used and empty.
It has vanished along with my will
to capture it
to render it
to make it whole.
I spent years trying to perfect and mold
what I wanted to say.
Then I realized
I am still finding my voice.